Dîcle Diherike Dilê Min

God gave everyone a heart, but nobody the strength to bear this heart alone. One heart cannot bear the love of two people, but two lovers can bear one heart together.

When two hearts find each other, it is as if two continents that have been separated for years are reunited. Their former belonging to each other becomes visible. No matter how much time has passed in between, they recognize each other again. They complement each other in their imperfections.

Everything leaves this land. Its people depart and become refugees, its rivers become the ornament of foreign landscapes. Exalted land, how great is your pain. A lament rises from you. Every place on you is a wound, and wound after wound breaks forth from you.

Now the time has come for every Kurd to make one of your wounds their own, so that no wounds remain in your land. You must take the pain from yourself. Now the time of the wounded has come. Your wounds too will receive you and lay themselves like balm upon your body.

You need the wounded.