in the train a cup of tea it had sought
we were train travelers in the desert
i was standing alone, inside you
whereas, instead of so many i had loved you
we passed love, you may open your eyes
taken refuge in a language, inside its discourse
its road crossed mine, its wasteland inside
i remained old, inside you
whereas instead of so many i had praised you
we passed the dream, you may have a look at you
it was broken only in me, deep down inside
a solitary marquee was set, in my life
for whom i was left inside you
whereas instead of so many orchards, i had blossomed you
we passed who, you may ask someone
Translated by Mesut Şenol