As tall as the birch tree, she sways in a breeze as a rose
Like the secret of the day hidden within the seven hills of the city
As you look at the horizon like the ruler of the east and the west from the peaks of Nemrut mountain, the fish pond of Urfa
You are like the prophet, Khidhr, a friend on a long voyage, the keeper of secrets for a friend, and a sister in difficult days
You are like a sunflower chasing Venus in the sky and the sunshine on earth
You are like the gold paved road that reaches to God, where the two waters join but do not mix.