O, the sad songs of the dervish ring clear,In the silence of night, where the secrets appear.Weeping for union, burning in grace,Seeking the light of a hidden face.A reed flute is crying, a soul is in flight,Turning through shadows toward the Infinite Light.

The marketplace wanders, but I stand quite still,Bent like an 'Alif' by the weight of His will.The world is a tavern where wine turns to salt,I find my own healing in every fault.Don't ask for my name or the place I was born,I am the rose that was lost to the thorn.

Below is an original lyrical text written in a style that reflects this theme of longing, worldly detachment, and internal wandering. Derviş Acıklı Şarkılar (Lyrics)