This hastiness hitting the earth coming from below the iceberg
As the limitless gust of the Autumn drops the leaves
so do my pains from my pockets. The cigarette remnants,
pieces of paper, napkins in this scattering brought by the days
The incorrigible fickle of the stars and sky. Have a smile
like it’s withering all of sudden… Becoming lonely, lonely always.
Millions of people breathing…
Of which sadness is the reflection from the mirror looked at with a gloomy face?
The remnant of a day when sadness walked all over
The same runway regardless where you look from. The same hound and the same rabbit.
Is that a horizontal line, a vertical line on your forehead a
/slander?
Dabbling in a dead land over the dead, like the sheep ready for sacrifice
what did those humans do and achieve whose deeds amount
to nothing else but wait? For the arms of the wild pear
on a mountain slope? For the song of the murmuration
starting with the first light. For the heart of a newborn baby,
or to the smiling eyes of a child?
To the soft and warm breast of a mother?
Becoming lonely always… Like a rose’s withering all of a sudden.
English Translation by Mesut Şenol