Tell me, what is the name of the camel in Turkish?

What is the name of its young? It is the cure itself.

We are born of destiny, and destiny is the mother of all

Like children, we have run after destiny

We drink milk from it, and we all fly before it

Whether it rushes to the East and West or towards the sky

The drum of travel is in (our) hand, we place our foot on the journey

In the protection, and in the support, and in the inviolability of God

In the city and in the desert, we are companions of that moon

O soul, (we are) the slave and servant of that moon with a beautiful face

There is the city where that king draws souls

There is the house and dwelling where (He) says, 'God, come!'

The desert becomes short because it is his qibla (direction of prayer)

Before and after (it) there is a meadow and a captivating cypress

The mountain that comes in the way also bends its back

(Saying), 'O messengers of the mine of glory, welcome!'

The rocky path becomes as soft as silk

Since He is the guide of that path and the leader

We, like a shadow, have run after that moon

O like-hearted and accompanying friends, the call to prayer!

Whoever has an excuse makes the heart our companion

Because the heart is light and nimble and swift-footed

The heart goes to Egypt, for it has no fear of the ship

The heart goes to Mecca, for it does not seek the rein

It is from the lameness of the body and the agility of the heart

That the truth is not sought from the body, but that fidelity is sought from the heart

But where is that body that has become the color of the soul?

It has become water and clay upon the souls of kings

Souls are astonished, (saying) 'Look at this barren earth!'

It has exceeded our limit and become a kingdom and a leader

What place is there for a leader, for where he has arrived

If we set foot forward, we will burn in misery

This was not in our expectation, we were taunting him

Do not look down upon any man, O king

We, like water, will flow in the mud and basil

So that the thirsty soils may bring forth plants from us

The burning-livered earth is without hands and feet for water

For this reason, those streams of water run quickly

The breast of water pricks, because it is its nurse

The child of the plant seeks a nurse everywhere

Us, such attractions have drawn (us) from the city of the soul

Through a hundred thousand stages to the world of annihilation

Again, messengers arrive from the world of the soul

Hidden and manifest, return to your relatives

You have taken new friends and abandoned us

We are unwell without you, even if you are well with us

O master, this weariness of yours is from the sigh of relatives

With whomever you become paired, it will separate you

Be silent, for their aspiration is after you

The effects of aspiration are the vicissitudes of affliction