A Heartless Theft, Dedicated To My Secret Love Poem by Okan Emanet

In some humans’ mind tags along the meaningless sense,
“Money speaks in sorting out any wound, any ache and pain”,
Nobody dares to ask what causes the veins of a heart so tense
In between the wires of assault, I have become trapped in a fence
Rounded up and turned upside down in the presence of a love rain

Someone has intruded the relentless stick into my heart and soul
Some woman of a heartless theft has charged me up as a whole
Nothing flowers inside my all, the breathing body moves like a fool
Everything has turned into a jungle of severe darkness
Any sight of beauty seems like the end of any happiness
Such a heartless theft has happened inside my all
No need to make an urgent call
Just celebrate the absence of a once-blissful man-fall
Just commemorate the rate of a heart-plus to compensate for the weeping fate
Just commemorate the death of Okan Emanet
Curse on a destiny that led to his red-death

I am carrying the body vacantly glancing right and left
I am suffering from the anguish of a heartless theft
Now the time has come for the beloved to heft
Such a heavy loitering corpse on their shoulder
Hoping my lovers to dig a bliss-appearance flower
Just beside my gravestone, just beside my love
Commemorate the heartless theft of a lonely man from this space
Try and find the same blind and fool man she left in the first place

Robbed of the wonderful sentiment of paradise by a heartless thieve,
An OkEm is on the ways of endless tomorrow, having no-one to believe
A man without the trace of tomorrow is broken into the land not to conceive
You, heartless thieves, can never find the same man, haplessly to deceive
This man has the put the final point to the cinema of make-believe

Where there is the fault, there is only an assault
Where there is money, there is certainly no honey
Where there is heartlessness, there is certainly loneliness

Now is starting the funeral of Okan Emanet,
Waiting for you, every living survival of callous body….