Suleiman’s Poem for Mustafa | MAGNIFICENT CENTURY with English Subs

O Son! I got a fire of your kind in my mouth Can’t tell how that fire burns me As my tongue is sealed with hundreds of locks I got such secret flares and flames That they can swallow both of two worlds instantly Why worry about this world getting completely destroyed? I got hundreds of secret worlds O Son! Let tears keep flowing from my eyes; let them never stop Why would I keep my head (on my shoulders) from now on? What I drink is blood of liver What I eat are trouble and sorrow My meal is cooked in all sorts In the kitchen of my soul O Destiny! May you stop functioning; may you crumble forever Since you have set me ablaze from inside and outside The burden of grief I carry Cannot be endured even by destiny itself None like me has been seen in this valley of suffering