Cel-lingvo: Angla
The devotee of a fair one, a mystic I am;
that's why they stone me, the folks;
[my beloved is]in my fantasy by day, in my dreams at night;
[the folks]they scatter me far and wide;
If only I were a delicate rose, draped around your delicate neck;
If only I were a belt, wrapped around your slim waist;
If only I were a slave, sold at the markets;
you could buy me, saying I was your beloved and hold me to your bosom;
My name is Pir Sultan Abdal and your coy looks are arrows to me;
Your bamboostick is at my chest and my wounds are aplenty;
I love no other than you;
If you disbelieve, kill me and send me off to God.