Night-haired Swallows

Süheyla stopped here; The dove lace on a white background took out her handkerchief and gently wiped her eyes. He then continued speaking:

“And the female poet said, 'This witch needs hellfire.' They throw it into the furnace of the bathhouse and burn it."

While Süheyla was saying this, it did not go unnoticed by Müjgân that she lightly pointed with her hand towards the hellishness of the bath they were in.

Why were the poetry chips distilled from the heart burned?

Why be afraid of the screams of the verses?

But weren't poems the mirror of hearts?

Don't let those beautiful hearts be burned;

Let the swallows glide from your wings and fall on soulless bodies

Let the name of the poems be 'life'

When Süheyla finished the story, Müjgân and Cansel couldn't hold back their tears.

After a while, they came out of their tears and prepared to go to seclusion. Müjgân went first to the vacant seclusion; As he had done many times, he confessed his sins and repented in his own way, with forty bowls of water from the basin. He was trying to revive his hopes on his skin cleansed with the warm waters of the bath; According to him, his soul had to be cleansed from its dirt.