I Cry Poem by sabit ince

I CRY
I burnt with great passion of love
Becoming mad in everybody's mouth in over the world
After I denied, found everything inside of me
I cry becoming mad with your love, my dear.

Your love over exceed me as a flood, covered everywhere
My roses died away after I lost your love
My hands plucked out by the root of my hair
I cry becoming mad with your love.my deear.

I don't know state of my affairs, where I am,
I cry having as fierce flood of tears
Nothing is important ıf there is no my sweet-heart
I cry becoming mad with your love, my dear

No one understands, they call ‘as a crazy'
They make fun of dancing with broken cymbals,
without tambourine,
Go on their way with superstitious beliefs
Poet İnce says, he cries becoming mad with her love

Poet: Sabit İNCE
Translated: Ayşenur ÖKTEN İZGİN