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The sky
is henna coloured loop
to loop,
The sound
of severe tongue-lashing
shivers, the noses are
perforated.
The
stones echo the spirit
with embroidery in its
essence
Entreating to God is
divine of its awesome
castle
The land
of those who are
trustworthy
Remembrance of ancestors
and the grand Artuklu
The girl
castle smiles timidly
and bashfully
The time
runs slowly like
hourglass
There is
deep comfort in the
spirits, and the nature
smiles
Civilizations are arm in
arm in the circle folk
dance
The songs
store trousseau chest
and winds
Your
courtyards have nice
flower odours,the stars
flame
The echo
of golden blonde stones
in the burning hot
Your
legend essence echoes in
your street ladders
Sun
pulses in the lovesick
heart
Mesopotamia bends down
in front of Mardin
It curves
its kneels in the
endless green plain
Light of
sun passes by Mardin
before Nemrut
Rains
give good news about
abundance and weep
Pigeons
affiliated with music
somersault
Future
beauty and past trust
fly in the kites.
Life in
Mardin dances with
mythology
Islamic
calls are together with
bells
Snows die
for being decorated
Waters of
its fountains
enthusiastically flows
like musk
Its wells
are underground stores
as treasure not
experiencing sun.
Moonlight
with smiling faces
carves dimples
Neither
moving ahead with
gondolas in the moist
Venice Street
Nor
walking in Paris the
City of Tower
Mardin is
my Silence Street,
essence, and source of
my everything.
There is
name of love in its sky
My
essential land Mardin
living in the sweet
heart
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