scarlet flower of my wounded left side
refugee smile still hanging on the edge of my lips
it was a subtle pang season
the news of separation arrived on one of the autumn days
it was hidden in the line of “we shall see beautiful days, kids” *
bringing you closer to me
love was wandering on my body
for you, I had collected pebbles
I got up through siren sounds.
maybe in this town
my silence starts this night
even though sorrow sits at my heart
never reproach me for my departure
do not test me with my absence
be my left side all the time
everybody carries inside both loneliness
and a crowd.
loneliness makes one grow
do not worry about me
provoke your joy of living inside you,
pile up woodnotes in your palm
plus, the silence of my voice.
as casting on and touching every day
years get us ripened like the cherries on the twig
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL
*Nazım Hikmet