Heavenly touch. the sin of the trees. the lament of the lampions. the divine hymn played by the bells.
Incensed days. we used to have velvet dreams. that voice spellbound me.
that endless aria. your filtered sunny eyes. your heart is twenty-four carats.
- The tale of humanity starts with love
My heart bundles you up
- The foam of love rides on the wings of the night
What is left for us is a sacred condemnation
- The sound of the snow is embedded in the night and your eyes the incense of the days
The flower gets hurt
While the ballad of the leaf
Was being sung in unknown climates
- As the crucified loves proliferate in the world
The loneliness gets crowned beyond the fences
Humanity becomes estranged from its essence
If it does not get out of its dark cave
- Without love humans become dirty
While there is an ongoing rose slaughtering in life
- The pain becomes deeper on our face
My poetry is an orphan child
In the night when you mention about me
- I loved you with the beauty
Of the never aging spring seasons
- I’d be crippled by bends in my particular times
The threads thicken where the fingers get thinner
- The words feel ashamed
As the migratory birds leave
- For some reason the trains make me feel odd
A strange love rolls inside me
- The glasses are left half empty which were presented
By the years
Is it the way to write love stories accompanied by the rain
Which daydream happens to be the lie of a heart
If only I would have been a lullaby for a child’s spirit
English Translation by Mesut Şenol