When there is none,
She is the one.
When it rains,
She becomes the Sun.

An embodiment of benevolence;
A touch that is so sweet and tender.
Hereby, I bow down to you,
Oh! my divine mother.

The divine manifested itself,
into various manifestations.
And I found you my mother,
One of the most reliable dimensions.

To whom am I referring to?
I have no idea.
But when you hold me in your arms,
Its hard to express my Feriha.

They say she has lost it,
Why she keeps talking to tree?
They say, you no normal,
And I never intend to disagree.

Normal has become a synonymous,
For the one, who supervenes other.
Everyone keeps imposing this on me,
But I found acceptance from you only mother.

Why they want me to be normal,
When she has no issue.
How will those fools understand,
Being abnormal is the only rescue...