a poem from an ottoman poet. i want to understand it in modern turkish.

Gazel

Is´t strange if beauties´ hearts turn blood through envy of thy cheek most fair?
For that which stone to ruby turns is but the radiant sunlight´s glare.
Or strange is´t if thine eyelash conquer all the stony-hearted ones?
For meet an ebon shaft like that a barb of adamant should bear!
Thy cheek´s sun-love hath on the hard, hard hearts of fairy beauties fall´n,
And many a steely-eyed one hath received thy bright reflection fair.
The casket, thy sweet mouth, doth hold spellbound the huri-faced ones all;
The virtue of Suleiman´s Ring was that fays thereto fealty sware.
Is´t strange if, seeing thee, they rub their faces lowly midst the dust?
That down to Adam bowed the angel throng doth the Qur´an declare!
On many and many a heart of stone have fall´n the pangs of love for thee!
A fire that lies in stone concealed is thy heart-burning love´s dread glare!
Within her ward, with garments rent, on all sides rosy-cheeked ones stray;
Fuzuli, through those radiant hues, that quarter beams a garden fair.
 
---Fuzuli