What burns my hand
From you it came
The smell of a lost life…
The moon with its light sinking in my heart;
In the chilly evening
By falling into step with love
it dances in outlandish songs!
Despair burns my hand
in my dreams!
My soul, captive to the distant destinies
seems to be mute…
In the mirrors
Love burns my hand!
My only friend is just a pencil…
English Translation by Mesut Şenol