You can only be seduced by prudence, did you know that?

O brown-eyed hero of mine. The ship from the empire is leaving again, That ours. Is it not so? And stop begging me That-- that the wind may take the story away. Don't tempt me, For prudence Is sharper than that than wit Of all queens and all slaves in love with them. It's the tenth day, my pen is bloody and my parchment is yellow. The candle burns, it doesn't matter who lives. Hajji came in, and the smell... as if she were dead A soul, Or is the heart dead? The second hour, the tenth second, the twentieth thought of the joy of the night. - Allah-Allah, how important it is to know only-- - You're important to me, though I never know happiness. Forgive my impertinence: You are only sweet to me. - How velvety and sweet is the voice of a warrior. How gentle a knight is with his queen. - You don't love Valide Sultan, do you? - But I love at least her shadow.... Sonnet was written after reading Beyatlı Kemal's poems and leaning on Turkish rhyme.