In Nilta (( Eger Ulasirsan ))

Poetry of you is praise of the tongue
From the heart of love inclining
As time goes by, on its horizon you stand
A moon amidst darkness, a star shining
A memory as fresh as fragrant flowers
Qualities of a garden, exhaling

And if, on a day, you travel fair wind
To a land most sacred and blessed
Then carry my Salaam to the garden in which
The blessed Prophet rests