The broken twigs inside me as green as grass
Dry leaves speed up in a mood of relentless
Where they are at the mercy of gently blowing gust
Scattered like snow flakes
A winter night, a wolf’s night, a jackal’s howling
Questioning me because of the bomb fallen on my heart
Checking up on me for everything that has nothing to do with me
Stabbed in the middle of my heart
Wolf’s howling, jackal’s cries
The threat of the bandits, a thunder
The quilt I cover my head with fear
I missed you a lot
Bury me in the wolf’s howling, in the jackal’s cries
In the flood water, in the dawn break
Beneath the lonely tree on the hillside
Inside the heart of my sons, in the deepest of their heart
Bury me there, bury me there
They may water and grow flowers
They may rub their faces on my wounds
Bury me deep inside the heart of my missing sons
Deep inside the heart of my sons who went missing in the dark
English Translation by Mesut Şenol