sultanim put my face to the ground,and allow me the great pleasure of kissing the soil on which you step the sun of my nation,the wealth of my happiness,sultanim! if you ask about me,i am burning from the fire of this seperation,my heart is in ruins,my eyes are fileed with tears,i have sunk into a world where its evenings are seperated from its days,i have fallen ill from loving you desperately... like nightingale,my pain has not ceased,i have fallen into such a state inyour absence,may Allah not even grant this problem to unbelievers! my hapiness,my sultan.days have passed without receiving any news from you.Allah knows that i have not experienced any comfort. i constantly cry from the evening till the morning,and then again from the morning till the evening.this world has become a small place for my face to the dust at your feet... Sultanim,i beg you to please send me your response quickly,as i swear to Allah that if one or two weeks pass by without a messenger,the people will be in an uproar and will say many things.please do not think that i am asking you this for my own persoanl craving... i pray for,and kiss the eyes of mehmet and selim...and your subjects beyazid,cihangir and mihirma touch their faces to the dust at your feet,and kiss your hand (out of affection)...i pray that you accept it. #mubu
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 13:02:54 +0000