Waking up from a darkness
And to anchor
At a massive obscurity
This is life, isn’t it?
The process in the fate unknown to us
Where it originates and where it ends
This gives us hopes, doesn’t it?
One has to taste to the limits
The flavor of life.
One needs to inhale
The breath of flowers, trees and the air…
One has to notice all beautiful things;
Even the ones eyes cannot see…
One ought to hear the music of the universe…
And to touch hands with affection;
Before the sun descends toward the water,
In haste…
Translated by Mesut Senol