When there was no curtain between us and God
My mamma, the one I feel her love on the world stage
And my daddy, the one I am in rapport with in Heavens
My mamma had to raise her three babies
Had she looked in the mirror, she would have seen herself being a child
She was a child but on the other hand she was a mamma…
I came of an age of 11, my I separated from my mamma
At the age of 11, we, two persons set out
One, outside of me
The other, inside of me
Then I came an age of twelve
While I was circling semah dance around the age of twelve
Obviously my Goddess mamma must have missed me
She appeared suddenly from beyond the mountains
I woke up in a night sent from a layer of Heavens
In a night when the mama and her baby are in each other’s arms
But it was my mother’s smell as it were
Waking me up to another world
Such a smell, it was not a familiar one, not from this world
No rose, no flower had enjoyed such an odor
As I was breathing my mamma so deeply
Out of immeasurable peace
Tears broke down from my eyes
I didn’t want my mamma to wake up because of my voice
English Translation by Mesut Şenol