Your beauty means nothing

Without this love I have for you

your beauty would be worth nothing.

Where else would it dance and sing

if not the stately house inside me?

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You who fit no speech nor verse,
you whose troubles heal my wounds,

None on earth would hear your name,

if no poet sang of it.

None would write and none would read
and none would pull this knot apart;
The lamb and wolf would walk as one
were there one way to think of you.

Your lovely face would lie unseen,
my love for you would lie unknown,
No blooming rose would know its worth
without this lover, or his beloved.
 

Now I learn how the world tastes,
the poem I cry comes from you.
None would speak of Veysel's name
were he not in love with you.
 

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Güzelliğin On Par'etmez by Aşık Veysel

Translated August 19, 2020

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