TV series: Magnificent century (Muhteşem Yüzyıl). Page 11

The greatest wealth is intelligence. The greatest poverty is foolishness. Of all the fears is the most frightening - narcissism. The best for your family is a good character. Beware of consorting with fools, because they want to bring you good, will cause harm. Beware of consorting with hoarders, because at the right moment, they will not budge and not catching you. Beware of consorting with evildoers, for he will betray you over a trifle and cast. And still not make friends with a liar because he is like a Mirage: far he'll show you how close, but close will take away from thee.
(The greatest wealth is intelligence. The worst poverty is ignorance. The most dangerous sin of all - narcissism. A great gift to your descendants - your good nature. One should not befriend an ignoramus, because even while plotting since he can hurt you. Beware to have a friend amongst the misers, because when you need help, he will rush to you. Not worth of friendship and he who has a propensity for envy, for he will sell you for a bit and leave. Beware of friends with a liar because like a Mirage he will present distant relatives, and the fact that next to you will show far.)

I rule the world on three continents, but it turns out I can't run my beloved, which rises up as a sign of his love!

My pierced heart is not in the world of drugs.
My soul a plaintive moans like a flute in the mouth of a dervish.
Without a face and your cute I like Venus without the sun
Or the little Nightingale without rose night.
While reading your letter, the tears flowed from joy.
Maybe from the pain of separation, maybe out of gratitude.
After all, you filled me with jewels of attention
The treasure of my heart filled with aromas of passion.

That heart will not know sorrow, hopeless,
Which to look for joy anywhere.
I don't blame you, as from time immemorial is:
About those who are imprisoned, not free thinking.

How hard is it to believe that I will return to you. Salvation!
I can hardly wait to hear your voice again? Salvation!
Looking for you, going to you, I'm overcome would
Dal deaf steppe roads, the hardness of the shower. Salvation!
Worlds scared so dumb in my dream, a disturbing rush,
And when I Wake up, I scream in despair: "Salvation!"
No I'm at the door knocking, the wind of early dawn,
And the sorrowful moan I have called upon thee: "Salvation!"
When did the jealous one-the war of you and me let go
Beautiful as the world as light and shadow? Salvation!
Il patient I become, and as hard as stone,
Or the bark of trees, dry, unfeeling? Salvation!
No strength in Haseki cry and call and cry,
And wait, in desperation, you, Oh, my Sultan, - Salvation!

If you do not love me either.

Musk, my amber, my love, the moon Shine, my dear, my beautiful Lady, my life, my ear, charm, heavenly drink, my heaven, my spring, my joy, my day, my rose. Ah, the smiling rose my, my sun, my candle, my mystery, my Lady, my Sultana.