the night breeds nightmares out of hunger
our sleeps in the swaddling clothes with mildew of undisturbed
bloody stripes on our palms
the stones are not to blame
there should be something in all of us driving them nuts
all of a sudden our wounds appear sprouted
let us count how many steps does this world take
let us make our pace equal in earnest
without upsetting the apple-cart
the maps were altered constantly
they did not let our wounds healed over
far away from the skirts to show respect
we wanted to have a place in the shade
in this world
with which sea is this pirate entrusted / its waters sliding
fed by mortal streams
agitated off shore waters of a storm
the pirate checks the sea for the last time
his sword could not catch the waves
we passed the winter with heavily damaged sleeps
if only we could find a healer for the summer
in May, life could have bloomed
wish we could have known how it is like
to age like fortunate trees
far away from the skirts to show respect
we wanted to have a place in the shade
in this world
please forgive us for cool sleeps
Translated by Mesut Senol