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
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
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