Treasure Island

Yunus Emre

(1238-1320 / Turkey)

Split my heart, go on, split


Split my heart, go on, split;
See all the things in it.
There are those who mock us
Among this populace.

This road is full of traps:
It's too long, with huge laps;
Blocks on it leave no gaps;
It leads to deep waters.

On this road we depart
With true love in each heart,
But they set us apart
Now our exile tortures.

Let those who really dare
Step into the ring where
The champions don't care
If life ends or endures.

Yunus feels no craving
To step into that ring
Where the real heroes bring
Before us their full force.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 07, 2010
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