The trains had to be tardy
With our feline wrists we were always ready
With our rose tattoos
O the callous hands of darkness
Alright come over here, I am thirsty with my white horses
The mortar beating the memories
My leaves were crushed, and you tossed them away
Though I had given birth to you
In my silent lands
You are my wild and domicile fig
I whipped coffee, pain and ivies for you
You are my blue letter that never arrives
I broke your locks, and I embraced your wings
Lavender and tar
I was hanging down in rags
You pruned my roses and hit my patched kite
The cliffs cauterized my heels
I had moved into the narrow tent
From the forests of my fingers
I was hollow, I was lonely and I was a night
I made the rain the bridal veil on my hair at the most
English Translation by Mesut Şenol