Please Me with Your Face Because I am Burned Dear Prophet
My heart is full of blood from your ardor I am dyed dear prophet
I don't know how, but I resisted to this fire dear prophet
At the first creation I was an unstoppable cry dear prophet
Please me with your face because I am burned dear prophet
Heaven sent cure you are, a healing to flaming heart you are
A magnificent generous you are, if you wish the guide, you are
Muhammad Mustafa you are, love of the Most Great you are
Please me with your face because I am burned dear prophet
Roses don't bloom; rivers don't pour if your almighty light wouldn't be
Universe fades away, breath doesn't remain if destiny wouldn't obey to you
Parting cries, union cries if beginning wouldn't have satisfied you
Please me with your face because I am burned dear prophet
Written By Yaman Dede
Translation Onur Ünlü
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