TV series: Magnificent century (Muhteşem Yüzyıl). Page 4

If you do not block the river, do not dry the lake.

I like the devil, knows everything.

I died a stone and rose again a plant. I died a plant and rose again an animal. I died an animal and was born a man. Why should I fear death? I take one more step and rise an angel. Will die again and become what can not contemplate the mind. I'm gonna be.

Youth is a book. We have read it, and it ended.

Finger cut by Sharia law are not sick.

In this ring, my soul, and to anyone but me, it will bring bad luck.

Either you'll get out of the pit or forever sink into her.

Kill your pride or it will kill you.

Particle of my soul, my Lord,
The light of my eyes, my Lord.
And the night goes by that the world is not ignited from a spark of fire that gives birth to my moan,
And am can not be that the heavens are not opened up from crying, that is born with the desire to see Your shining face.
Particle of my soul, the light of my eyes, my hope of two worlds
I swear, for You I live in this world.
Not to Express my feelings with words, not to pour them out on paper.
If the sea became ink, and the trees would turn into feathers,
Then they would Express all the grief from this separation ...
We would plead with Allah: "O God, get this slave to her master".
Ah, a piece of my soul, my Lord, I entrust you to Allah Almighty.

With you in Paradise,
You give
And love endlessly.
Just come, please, I'm waiting
The heart of my mistress.
For you I will steal to heaven you'll ascend,
Sing speaks only come hug and love, the light of my eyes.
Hürrem, my, fun, joy, eternal holiday, my clear month
My light in the darkness, my shining sun, my burning candle
My orange sweet, gentle and fragrant.
The mistress of my soul.
You are my mentor, friend, you're my lady, the Queen, the center of the universe,
I am your servant and forever will be.
Hair like silk, her eyebrows like a bow, eyes that crazy.
If you die, that you're guilty.
Calling you for help, my love.

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.

Memories for me is like a prayer, performed in secret. I like cleanse your soul from sins, return to innocence, going round the Kaaba...
The estate of this woman in Manisa was the most beautiful in the Aegean area. I came here when I was twelve years old. My landlady was a very good woman is rich, she is personally engaged in my education. When the hostess saw me diligent in the classroom, she sent me to the teachers to take lessons. They told me about astrology, mathematics, history, language and the soul of plants. They taught me to love nature, it is reasonable to utilize its resources. When they saw that I have the ability to the music I was allowed to practice the violin. Violin and my mother's song have forever changed my life. Once we sat down to eat with the peasants that worked on the estate; waited until the sun's rays will become a little softer. I took my violin and started to play, caught up in the music...
And now, being at the turning point of my life, I cast a glance upon my soul. The music stopped, but my fate has since changed: the hostess gave me this rich master. This gentleman was Sehzade Suleiman, son of Sultan Yavuz Sultan Selim Khan. Sehzade Suleiman, Sanjak Bey of Manisa... that day I went hunting with Sehzade. We hunted, then returned to the Palace of Manisa. That night I spent in the Palace. And over the next years I was there, was very close, all the mysteries, and yet always a little apart.

When your friend one day becomes your enemy, it is just a result of your own actions.

Just explaining the problem, you can find a solution.