For some, it’s a moment, for others, endless time,
Ask the sick person about the night…
For some, it’s just words, for others, just letters,
Ask the stutterer about the syllable…
For some, it’s fleeting smoke, for others, deserts are oceans,
Ask the lover about loving…
This moment is the moment, the rest is a lie, even writing is autumn for deprivation…
If you sleep happily and wake up sadly,
If you burn love letters in your dreams,
If you just watch after everyone who leaves,
Ask the one who stays about loving…
This moment is the moment, the rest is a lie, even writing is autumn for deprivation…
If you don’t know what loyalty and appreciation are,
If you don’t wipe away the tears shed for you,
If you don’t cross the bridge of love with maturity,
Ask the one who crosses about loving…
This moment is the moment, the rest is a lie, even writing is autumn for deprivation…
October 16, 2024
English Translation by Mesut Şenol