Now I see another chip was thrown to the water
Dint on the fish, dint on life
By replenishing a hobo flask with lemon flowers
Notched were the odor as well as nightmares and dreams
And disturbed dusty rose call to prayer in the steppe
For my lemon flower sweetheart saffron cloth for curtains
For the stones cruising to the sun like beautiful stars
For unripe blueness and grotto of its name
For the steps that ate a journey and even betrayers
And for the lines deserted and deported to the redness
Now I talk to the corals you cut and multiplied
The red, cormorants, orchids and the water
A fortress head design, a grooved minaret
A chip from kingfishers lying down in hammocks
For the sea burnt patience cut out by just looking at it
Translated by Mesut Senol