Sayrı Gül (The Sick Rose by William Blake)
Sayrı Gül Ey Gül, sayrı düşmüşsün O kurt ki; görülemeyen Uluyan fırtınada Geceleri süzülen Sonunda buldu senin Kızıl gülşenini Nursuz gizli aşkı Solduruyor rengini. The Sick Rose O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.* *https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/43682/the-sick-rose