LET YOUR SOUL DRİFT TO MİNE

I came to find you, to make you mine.
O Istanbul, my love lives in your heart.
I let my soul lead the way,
Unknowing of roads, I followed love.

I set out from beyond the ocean,
Without pause, I came to you.
My lost years are held in you—
I came to find the part of me you kept.

Let my soul meet yours, my heart find yours.
There’s a wound in me—only you can heal it.
I lost count of the seasons gone by,
Just show your face, and it will be spring again.

At night I asked the stars, by day the sun,
My heart spins for you—be the wind it follows.
I longed to see the you within my heart,
And found the sun in your smiling eyes.

Let your kilim-patterned scarf dance in the wind,
Let me breathe your scent and steep in its warmth.
Spring—the queen of all seasons—blooms in your rose-like face.
Open your door, let me see your grace, and find my soul again.