I tried to make sense of the Four Books,
until love arrived,
and it all became a single syllable.
– Yunus Emre –
They had so much wealth and goods,
Come and see them in their graves.
Only a large shirt is their share
And even those, without sleeves
Dignitaries they had been
With servants standing before them
Now come and see, you can’t tell,
The late masters from their men
-Yunus Emre –