12/19/2016 6:31:12 PM: 'Throne of my lonely niche, my wealth, my love, my moonlight. My most sincere friend, my confidant, my very existence, my Sultan, my one and only love. The most beautiful among the beautiful... My springtime, my merry faced love, my daytime, my sweetheart, laughing leaf... My plants, my sweet, my rose, the one only who does not distress me in this world... My Istanbul, my Caraman, the earth of my Anatolia My Badakhshan, my Baghdad and Khorasan My woman of the beautiful hair, my love of the slanted brow, my love of eyes full of mischief... I'll sing your praises always I, lover of the tormented heart, Muhibbi of the eyes full of tears, I am happy.'

12/19/2016 2:22:59 AM: Dressed in her splendid caftan and bejewelled turban, Hurrem sultan lies sexily on her divan. Turkish delight and tunes so right, you name it and you are the fan. Opulence, magnificence and a majestic ambiance That is the plan. A fabulous charmer with exquisiteness to fall under. Her Magnificent Sultan is to surrender To her all his power and world to alter His life, savouring her gorgeousness and growing fonder. Naked on their nuptial bed down she lies, His whole might and life to her he ties, Sweetness and vividness he desires and tries. The entire world against him, he defies, any objections to that holy union dies, a whole life of love, devotion and pain ahead lies.

12/18/2016 2:04:52 PM: “I gave my orders —  make a dress for my beloved. Use the sun to make the top, Use the moon to make the lining Use the while clouds  for the trimmings, Use the blue of the sea  to make the threads. Use the stars for buttons,  And make the fastenings  out of me.”