To Stefan Tsanev
I do remember
that lightning passing through my throat,
for an unknown thirsty one
while I was carrying water under my tongue;
a hungry soul had imprisoned me
in his apple of the eye,
I was though presenting to him a hope
for some bread.
I’d like to say this:
I feel old due to love.
… Tomorrow my dog will give birth to a life,
I will tie a ribbon
on the neck of the baby, in that case for no one
even for my enemy, I could not wish death.
And if anything bothers me, that would be –
the fact that I don’t know how tears are reproduced,
or else, I’d lent one to you
just to remind you of this:
not every death is contagious
nevertheless,
through God’s disposal
one Day it will catch us all.
Türkçeye Çeviren Kadriye Cesur
İngilizceye Çeviren Mesut Senol