look how many sins got hollow, out of crying
how many kissed from the cheek of a crime with its eyes got swollen
i am in the middle of one evening which got its color stolen – then it went mad –
they always look from a distance
at the dirty garden which ends in the corner of my jaw
you got remoteness of a moorland
the decor view of torn rag
you don’t have even a sea which piles up in the shore
and your body does not shoot forth from any branches
i was at the funeral ceremony of lyricism
ample amount of flowers, a rosy love, a white mercy
as innocence was being repealed
human being faced with lapse of time
with lapse of time, the world
though there was not a single city that i did not wipe out their underside
here i came, with my absentmindedness i salvaged from the wreck
i came, and i saw a bit of the sky and myself too
chockablock the memories in my suitcase, and plenty of their repentance
i dried my eyes with water permeability in the sun
i came for you, humiliate me, unveil who i am
love me like the shamelessness of gypsy girls in a fight
Translated by Mesut Senol