rough TRANSLATION:
[Yunus Emre, a poet & mystic, comes across a creaking water wheel in his travels... ]
Water-wheel, why do you moan?
For I've troubles, I moan.
I fell in love with the lord,
That is why I moan.
My name is troubled water-wheel,
My water flows pure,
Thus, as the Lord wishes,
For I've troubles, I moan.
They found me on a mountain,
They broke my arms and wings,
They found me fit for a water-wheel,
For I've troubles, I moan.
I'm a tree of a mountain,
Neither sweet, nor bitter,
I'm thankful to the Lord,
For I've troubles, I moan.
They cut off my branches,
Destroyed all my order,
Yet, I'm an unwearied poet,
For I've troubles, I moan.
I take my water from below,
I turn and pour it high,
See how I suffer,
For I've troubles, I moan.
Yunus comes and finds no joy here,
The tree will never grow,
No one remains in this mortal world,
For I've troubles, I moan.
