as branches and sparrows get a chill out of solitude
the blizzard waiting sheltered like rabid wolves
from afar your hands are breathed upon
while your lips shiver and turn black and blue
write me what grows you warm and how you cover yourself there.
the blood spilled in baghdad keeps disturbing sleeps
what a shame, the women step out of life on the double
you do not get why I am left breathless
while this lovely homeland is in tatters in my dreams
tell me about the place you sleep, your starry nights.
your black and red hair used to drop nebulously on your face
for nights in the delta of your cheeks I used to get lost
the whip braided by your hair used to swish in my bosom
and the stars used to salute your smile until twilight
tell me about how you look like now and your smile.
do not stop reporting to me on the sadness in your laughter
when you laugh, oh your tears used to overflow out of my hands
suddenly chrysanthemums did used to blossom and to wilt
your eyes seemed to be two rivers streaming and hurting in my homeland
do not hesitate whispering to my ear where you hide your sore, that secret.
Translated by Mesut Senol