Текст и перевод песни Mustafa Demirci - Dem Bu Dem

Dem Bu Dem

Firkatin nârîyle gönlüm yan olur, püryan olur
Varlığın zevk-û sefadır, yokluğun giryan olur
Ay yüzün gören gözlerim mest olur, hayran olur
Yakma ey can, yakma kalbim, ateş-î sûzan olur
Ay yüzün gören gözlerim mest olur, hayran olur
Yakma ey can, yakma kalbim, ateş-î sûzan olur

Dem bu demdir, dem bu demdir
Dem bu demdir, dem bu dem
Dem bu demdir, dem bu demdir
Dem bu demdir, dem bu dem
Dem bu demdir, dem bu demdir
Dem bu demdir, dem bu dem
Dem bu demdir, dem bu demdir
Dem bu demdir, dem bu dem

Bağ-ı aşka düşen aşık bülbül-î nalan olur
Can-ı bülbül ol gülşende, aşk ile devran olur
Gül yüzün gören gözlerim mest olur, hayran olur
Yakma ey can, yakma kalbim ah ile efgan olur
Gül yüzün gören gözlerim mest olur, hayran olur
Yakma ey can, yakma kalbim ah ile efgan olur

Dem bu demdir, dem bu demdir
Dem bu demdir, dem bu dem
Dem bu demdir, dem bu demdir
Dem bu demdir, dem bu dem
Dem bu demdir, dem bu demdir
Dem bu demdir, dem bu dem
Dem bu demdir, dem bu demdir
Dem bu demdir, dem bu dem

Vuslatın aşkîyle gönlüm şâd olur şâdan olur
Derd-î aşkın neyleyim ki, derdime derman olur
Nur yüzün gören gözlerim mest olur, hayran olur
Yakma ey can, yakma kalbim, ateş-î niran olur
Nur yüzün gören gözlerim mest olur, hayran olur
Yakma ey can, yakma kalbim, ateş-î niran olur

Dem bu demdir, dem bu demdir
Dem bu demdir, dem bu dem
Dem bu demdir, dem bu demdir
Dem bu demdir, dem bu dem
Dem bu demdir, dem bu demdir
Dem bu demdir, dem bu dem
Dem bu demdir, dem bu demdir
Dem bu demdir, dem bu dem

This is the Time

My heart burns with the fire of separation, it becomes fragmented.
Your presence is a joy and a delight, your absence is a weeping.
My eyes, seeing your moon-like face, become intoxicated, captivated.
Don't burn, oh my love, don't burn my heart, it becomes a blazing fire.
My eyes, seeing your moon-like face, become intoxicated, captivated.
Don't burn, oh my love, don't burn my heart, it becomes a blazing fire.

This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.

The lover who falls into the garden of love becomes a mournful nightingale.
The soul of the nightingale in that garden, with love, revolves.
My eyes, seeing your rose-like face, become intoxicated, captivated.
Don't burn, oh my love, don't burn my heart, it becomes a sigh and a lament.
My eyes, seeing your rose-like face, become intoxicated, captivated.
Don't burn, oh my love, don't burn my heart, it becomes a sigh and a lament.

This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.

My heart rejoices with the love of union, it becomes joyful.
What can I do with the pain of love, it becomes a cure for my ailment.
My eyes, seeing your light-like face, become intoxicated, captivated.
Don't burn, oh my love, don't burn my heart, it becomes a blazing fire.
My eyes, seeing your light-like face, become intoxicated, captivated.
Don't burn, oh my love, don't burn my heart, it becomes a blazing fire.

This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.
This is the time, this is the time.