What is this thing that gives

Pain of separation to me?

My soul was intoxicated,

Love is both poison and remedy to me.

Let the one who has sorrows

Ask for remedy to his sorrows,

It doesn't suffer me anymore,

My sorrow is now my remedy.

If you burn with love's fire

And earn people's hearts,

All darkness will vanish,

I need neither oil lamp nor torch.

If you read the four books descended from heaven

A thousand times in a day,

If you are still against the friends of God,

The beauty of Haqq's face is far away from you.

O poor Yunus, do not show pride

And arrogance to the friends of God,

Be like earth! Everything grows out of earth.

Earth is a rose orchard to me.

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(From: Yunus Emre: His Life and Selected Poems written and edited by Faruk Dilaver)