they left the weaponry at the port, and the foamy sea behind
they were flying the flag of a hurricane
I stood in wonder at the tower, and so much time passed
in a little while the evening will arrive, the smell of mold and wood covers the streets
while cellars getting cold, the stones turn black and the knife becomes blunt
I don’t know the dialect of the locals, neither do I know the climate
a crazy of the seven seas, I am, and a secretive as well as a fugitive one
as everybody carries their shadow near at hand, I hide myself inside the porthole
I pray for rain at full moon
if the ones who left were not goodhearted, this town would have burnt
the night would have wriggled and suffered
if my heart being tortured would let it, they would have found me
if I would have gone down to their storerooms, I would have stolen rock salt from them,
a bit of bee wax, and a bit of resin
I would have pressed them on my shoulder wound
I have been hungry for long, I have walked at the church square by begging
I drank water slowly from the fountain with lion
I wrapped myself in tattered cloth and got carried away
the black plague was rising from the courtyards,
the ships are gone and I was taken captured by a legend
oh no, the rest of my life would be spent here
I can hardly believe in that,
the friendly ship would never return
English Translation by Mesut Şenol