Hope turns pale on the morning’s wan face
My heart’s homeland shivers.
I leave hollow dreams in the day’s palms,
Slipping from my trembling hands.
The days are under siege by separation
From my reveries, I plant roses along the paths of reunion…
Hollow thoughts flounder
In the inner voice of my mind.
My intoxicated self drags its feet against destiny
Fear has broken its chains,
Anxiety patrols the city from end to end,
Babbling of prohibitions in its streets…
Weary thoughts gallop through my brain
My hands caress the furrowed brow of my mind.
The face of the sky is split in two
Today, my heart is a shoreless sea,
In the backyard of sorrow…
English Translation by Mesut Şenol