If you have broken a heart even once, this prayer you perform is no prayer; even the seventy-two nations wash their hands and faces.
Bir kez gönül yıkdunısa bu kıldugun namâz degül / Yitmiş iki millet dahı elin yüzin yumaz degül
Yunus Emre, Dîvân, poem 166, couplet 1 (Mustafa Tatçı, Yûnus Emre Dîvânı, Istanbul 2008).
Prayer is a door.
Yunus sets a stone before the door:
the heart.
Ablution is in everyone's hands.
The seventy-two nations wash too.
A washed hand does not mend a broken heart.
What must be mended first lies there.