ŞARKI SÖZÜ
I was a pilgrim in early life
I traveled at night
Bound for Jordan just ten miles north
Of a civil war
Immersed in mercy in holy flood
That mingled with blood
My sextant headed for homebound lands
Through twilight sands
But I grew weary and too far-gone
To carry on
At first my home and my empire soon
Would there assume
I'm watching my kingdom tumbling down
You're flooding my refuge underground
My kingdom for angels, mighty surround
To take me away from here
