My childhood, a bird on trial; it landed on my twig suddenly
Cornel trees were decorated in red, a mulberry caldron was set
Where are my slippers made out of cherry laurel leaves
Maybe they are in my hand, in my pocket or lost by chance
I walked barefooted on the mossy gutters
First love; it turned into a rain, a song, and vanished
The past, a hazelnut tree in the shade of a linden tree
Memories, become a constant blink like a lightning bug’s
A bit of sorrow in everything, a bit of hope, a bit of corn flour
The childhood I put on the dinner table served as a spread on bread
My mind is about to get lost in this dream
My hair became the forest, my legs a tree, and my hand the fish
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL