Ask those who know,
What’s this soul within the flesh we sow.
His right put upon a force and we its scenes.
We are not just blood filled within these veins.
Thought is an errand boy,
Fear a mine of worries.
Through sighs come clothe love’s joy.
Care not of a king and a throne he seizes.
Give thanks to His creation.
So that we see within veneration.
In nothing we came, in life we are not endless.
Even did perish Solomon’s riches.
What the world means to he.
The world won’t last, nor judge among us.
Then ask yourself, what are “you” or “me”?
Song & Poem by – Yunus Emre