Let us be quiet in front of a wall
Let wild weeds encircle the stones
Shall we be silent by a roadside?
Roads shouldn’t be a door of foreign land to the heart
Shall we hear our voices by being quiet?
Why don’t we have the men returning from foreign land to their homeland?
In front of the mountains by being so much quiet
Let us be a bit silent, thinking of the country
The soil being smeared on the heels happens to be homeland
Shall we be quiet, let voices accumulated in our grief die out?
Why don’t we be silent to the locks of the iron doors?
Let us go, let us be quiet by the water
Shall we have our pouring silence along the rivers?
Why don’t we enter the land of fish via peace scales?
Let us write on water in silence without a delay
How it flows, how it flows, how it flows?
Worth getting drowned even though we only find one answer
Love without a spring in our heart
Shall we see our voices in the same waters?
Maybe written by masters so often
The beautiful poem of sitting by the water
Why don’t we go and sit on the water of that poem.
Translated by Mesut Senol