I said “Leylâ,” and the road dust replied
On the collar of the traveler testing the lands afar
The innkeeper rolled tobacco and warmed the soup
I said “Leylâ,” and stone turned into a pillow
I said “Leylâ,” and fire turned into a rose
The guests took me for a sorcerer
Far away, a fish tore through the net
I said “Leylâ,” and turned my poison into nectar
I said “Leylâ,” and she sat by my left side
A timid gazelle that had eluded the hunter
Gunpowder was rose dust, the bullet, a toy
I said “Leylâ,” and the blood stayed in the veins
I said “Leylâ,” and the stream flowed to the sea
The bird learned to fly with its heart
Dipping my pen into the ink of sorrow
I said “Leylâ,” and learned to write poetry
English Translation by Mesut Şenol