"Your pain is mine, and your honey is mine too. Even if you give me death, even if you give me cruelty... this soul is yours."
A traveler passing through asked him, "Why do you stay? Her love brings you more sorrow than joy. It is a 'wild ego' ( hırçın benlik ) that burns you." Hirai ZerdГјЕџ Bu Can
In a small village tucked between the rugged mountains of Artvin, there lived a man who spoke more through his saz than his voice. He went by a name that whispered of ancient wisdom: , meaning "the path to sacred goodness leads through darkness". "Your pain is mine, and your honey is mine too
Hirai had a love that felt like a "crazy hell" ( deli cehennem ). It wasn't the kind of love that brought peace; it was sharp, like the "pointed looks" ( bakışların sivrilmiş ) of the one he adored, cutting straight into his chest. Her love brings you more sorrow than joy