A cruel rain is falling, don’t even ask
bending the branches of the tamarisk trees
all the way down to the ground.
It’s as if everything in the sky
has decided
to seek asylum on the earth,
suddenly, the streets empty out,
and the lights in the houses flicker on, one by one.
Each window
retreats into its own solitude.
And I am thinking of you again,
searching for your footprints
on the rain-soaked pavement.
The rain does not cease,
the night stretches on.
The tamarisk branches remain bowed,
as though the entire world,
weary from carrying the weight of a love,
has laid its head upon the earth.
Who knows
perhaps some rains
do not fall to come to an end,
but to quench the drought
hidden deep within a person.
Whenever it rains,
even before the scent of the earth rises,
you come to mind.
And I realize
some people
are like the sky,
missed when they are far away,
and when they are near,
they pour down upon you.
And you
you are my longest-lasting rain.
English Translation by Mesut Şenol