Magnificent century (Muhteşem Yüzyıl) (№ 265386)

I Mahadevan, Spring rose, beloved şehzade Suleiman. That morning Valide Sultan called me and told me to prepare. Her son Suleiman, returned from hunting and in the evening had to be our meeting. I prayed, asking Allah for help, wondered, wanted to know what I have. I was told that in the very depth of my heart a fire breaks out that I can pass along the Golden path. And my dream will come true, that riding on a white horse I'll ride up to the gates of heaven and enter into them.
- Sehzade Hazret Leri...
- What's your name?
- Mahadevan, Sehzade...
- A beauty that has blown my mind. Just as you charmed me this beauty, the eyes.
That night I was on the road, which is dotted with gold. I believe that you can get to heaven while remaining on earth. I Mahadevan, Spring rose Sleiman's happy the mother of his son Mustafa.
- Mahadevan, my moon-faced lady.
- My son, my Sehzade...
I was full of pride. Your name is Mustafa, your name is Mustafa, your name is Mustafa.