Nikriz Semai

Bir kerre dokunsan teline sâz-i derûnun

Bin türlü nevâzişle düzelmez bozulunca

Ankaa dahi olsa düşer pençe-i aşka

Ol çeşm-i siyah âlem-i gayba süzülünce

Bendeniz Hacivat-ı meddah senâkârınız

İşte bak geldim kapına keyfim düzülünce

If you were to touch the string of the inner instrument

Once it’s out of tune, even after a thousand compliments it cannot be fixed

Even the Phoenix would fall into the claws of love

When those black eyes gaze upon the world of the unseen

I, the humble storyteller Hacivat, your eulogist

See, here I am at your door, when I finally felt like it

Of Hay Hak!

Nakş-i sun’un remz eder hüsnünde ru’yet perdesi

Hâce-i hükm-i ezeldendir hakîkat perdesi

Ah dear God!

A curtain of images is reflected within the beauty of the universe’s design

But the curtain of truth belongs to the Master of the eternal decree