What is a woman the most
someone with a lilac shade of a body
away from the purple suns
a mistake of so many ways
a curve of an incomplete street
the last stone of a dead-end
what is a woman the most
as the suns were falling away from your sky
the flowers dried by love would be looking at some mountain
as if her shadow owes her some money
while picking the world enthusiastically
it is a lexicon of grief accumulated in her eyes
that fatigue cannot be over soon
the burden of listening doesn’t end
a question is always left as the last item to survive
what is a woman the most
right after she closes the door of her house
Translated into English by Mesut Şenol