The Girl at the Window
The girl who looks through the pane,
Each day, you set my heart aflame;
With dreamy eyes, so soft, so still,
You give life a sweeter thrill.
O girl with brows shaped like a bow,
Your grace and charm in every flow;
I’ve fallen for you, don’t you see?
Stay forever close to me.
My dear, my lamb, my sweetest one,
My heart warms up—you are the sun;
Come, soothe this heart so full of ache,
Be the cure for my soul’s quake.
O tender sprout, so young, so fair,
Believe this love I boldly bare;
Don’t fear, don’t flee, come take my hand—
No harm from me will ever land.
H. Şevket Aydüz
