Reserve a small space for me in your heart,
I shall return with a thousand blue eyes.
Reserve a small space for me in your slumbers,
I shall return with a thousand blue dreams.
Have you forgotten the spring times?
Have you, perhaps, forgotten me?
You left, and the rest, the rain and the blizzard,
You left, and the leaves turned yellow,
And you left, and the nature lost all its savor.
Yes, wait for me in the darkness,
I shall return with a thousand golden tresses.
I know you do not watch the roads for me,
Who knows who might be in your dreams?
Your hands, I am sure, remain cold toward me,
While I have sat and wept hundreds, thousands of times
Wait for me, just wait;
I shall return with a thousand warm hands.
As I said, once you left, everything lost its charm,
You left, and the wind grew harsh, the branches bare of blossoms.
I shall surely return, wait for me,
I shall return with a thousand beautiful words.
1984
English Translation by Mesut Şenol