All the simurghs grew composed upon the scent of the hundred-petaled rose,
The rosebuds made the nightingale's heart humble and meek
The nightingale's lament and the world's sorrow made us still,
With the rapture of the garden's rose they soothed the heart
Ask the one smitten by love who has colored it so,
With “Die before you die” they made death full of color
“The cure for pain is constant remembrance,” so they made their lesson,
Forsaking this world, forsaking the hereafter, they made thought a rosebush
The people of gnosis, the people of inquiry gave a luminous verdict,
Reason condemned, love accepted; they made the verdict golden
Love is from the Truth: the people of the heart set down this verdict,
From the longing of rose and nightingale they brought love into being
Alas, as the nightingales sought it, they made the rose turn sullen,
They gave up their lives and made recompense with their blood
They shrouded the nightingale in the hundred-petaled rose
And at its grave recited a couplet from the “Gulistan” as its talqin [1]
Fâilâtün/failâtün/fâilâtün/fâilün
[1] The couplet by Keçecizâde on which the tazmin is composed
Kandilli, 2009
The complete ghazal in which Keçecizâde's couplet appears:
They shrouded the nightingale in the hundred-petaled rose
And at its grave recited a couplet from the Gulistan as its talqin
Not admitting the nightingale to the council of patience,
The lovers praised the opinion of the moth
That coquette was not so aloof in the hand of union
Some lovers, with their fawning, made her vain
Having inferred the states and manners of lovers,
After me they embellished the tale of Qays
Crying and wailing “With İzzet, God is One, One”,
In the fortress of grief they assigned you to the outskirts
I have fallen at your feet, O Hazrat Mawlana of Rum,
At the time when they reckoned me a servant to the saints