WILL YOU NEVER TIRE

by Fuzuli

She has made me weary of life; of her cruelty—will she never tire?
The heavens burn from my sighs; the lamp of my hope—will it never catch fire?

To every soul in pain, the Beloved grants a healing grace;
Why is there no cure for me? Does she think my sickness—has no place?

On this night of parting, my soul burns, my eyes bleed tears of red;
My screams wake the world; my black luck—will it never rise from its bed?

Before your rose-flushed cheek, my eyes flow like a blood-stained stream;
It is the season of the rose—should the waters not run dark in a dream?

I kept my grief a secret, but they said: "Reveal it to the One."
If I speak, will that unfaithful soul believe me—or leave me undone?

I was not drawn to you; it was you who stole my mind away.
Those who mock me—if they saw your face, would they not turn in shame today?

I am a madman, a wanderer disgraced by this holy fire;
Ask me: "What is this passion? From this love—will you never tire?"