I walk on, burning, burning; love has dyed me in blood; I am neither sane nor mad; come and see what love has done to me.
I walk on, burning, burning
Love has dyed me in blood
I am neither sane nor mad
Come and see what love has done to me
Yunus Emre, Divan, poem 404, stanza 2 (Mustafa Tatçı, Yûnus Emre Dîvânı, Istanbul 2008).
To walk on, burning, burning.
Without stopping, without putting it out.
Not sane, not mad either.
There is a place between, and it has no name.
Yunus does not explain.
Come and see, he says.
What love does cannot be told.
It is read in the face.