Ilahis

My journey took me to a city
I saw that its palace was of roses
The sultan's throne and crown,
The vineyards and fences were of roses

They buy roses and sell roses
They balance the scales with roses
They weigh roses with roses
The bazaars and marketplaces are of roses

The mills are turned with roses
This is the pride of the roses
The waters flow, the barrel turns
Its fountain and its spring are of roses.

Ummi Sinan come and tell
the story of the rose and nightingale,
It turns out that the lamenting song
of the lonely nightingale is for the rose.