Erdal Güney - Gül Kokuslum Translation please

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come being crambled from your rose skin being filtered
my one who has rose looks come wiping your tears
my wound aches, knowing my loneliness, come
my one with rose smell, come

the moon has grown, i wait for you at nights
in the white dewlap i miss your rose smelling skin
with my aidless troubles i look for your way
my rose smelling come..