Silent and orphan, by the bank of the river
I found out dolefully that I can’t catch
The plane flying over me by elongation
I gathered in a yellow Autumn day
That I am a lonesome child
And since that day on
I was left alone
I carried sorrow on my face
And everything else affectionately
And an endless anger inside me
Towards myself and everybody else
I used to be a non-stop traveler
Nobody accepted my asylum
I never took refuge in asylum
“If there is a place for everybody
The whole world belongs to me” I said
It was my soul where I took refuge
After a hidden poem, non-stop
I traveled inside me
It is not over… It is not over
Then I loved you and everybody else
Then I disgusted you and everybody else
I felt pity for the ones in Africa dying out of hunger
I was grieved for the ones executed by firing squad
My soul was shattered for torture
But I pity for myself most
I was saddened for myself and my soul was shattered
I was as hungry as the one in Africa
I was being executed as much the same way for the ones shot by the firing squad
I was a great aristocrat of pain
And I was the incorrigible hunter of grief
A silent child by the bank of a river
A lonely refugee in his soul
English Translation by Mesut Şenol