Osmanli'nin en meshur divan edebiyati sairi Nedim’in olum yildonumu (30 Ekim 1730)
Ey gonul! Sabah ruzgari estikce perisan oluyorsun;
oyle gorunuyor ki sevgilinin perceminin esirisin.
Gul mevsiminde saraba tovbe etmekten,
zannediyorum ki, benim gibi sen de pismansin.
Ben sana sarap icme, guzel sevme mi dedim?
Benden nicin boyle kaciyorsun?
Bana karsi davranisin makul ve mantiki degil:
Guya gogsumun icinde bir misafirsin ?
Hac yollarindaki bir kervan mesalesi
sen de asiklarin icinde oyle gorunuyorsun.
Mademki Nedim'e ask kadehini sundun,
lutfen de o kadehi alma, biraz kansin
When the morning wind blows, you are cast down, my heart,
Like a slave enmeshed in the beloved’s tresses.
In the season of roses, it seems to me, my heart,
You too repent, as I, of forswearing wine.
Did I bid you drink no wine, love no beauty?
Then why do you shun me so, my heart?
You and my mind treat each other as strangers
As if you were a guest in my body, you, my heart.
Like a caravan lamp on the pilgrim’s road
You are seen among the master craftsmen of love, my heart.
Since you have offered Nedim the cup of love
Be kind, don’t take it back, let him rejoice awhile.


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