A Bird in our Hands

Time is a fowl in our hands.
A fluttery, flying bird.
Many long years there are between us,
And you are inside of us,
Blowing in the wind
While the ney is singing its melody
While we are losing ourselves in this Whirling...
To Love You, To Be You
To Be Lost in You is Our aim.
Completely mad we are
Ya Hazreti Mevlana!

 HASAN DEDE