Nothing in the world came between us
Titles, objects, faces;
nothing
When I make a self-criticism
I always see the happy village there
With stone walls and a very green backyard
A hand with a big heart extended the dolphin
Its color was red, and its mouth was smiling
Its destiny is nothing but to dive into a nylon basin
Myself, a shalwar girl cut out of enameled crispy fabric
Some number of shrines during mid-morning times
It accompanied even the stable animals I drove
At the location where I trampled viscosity grapes
We saw together the bee stinging my foot
I got hurt, but if only it didn’t die
Mints get mottled by the pool
We were getting asleep with my dolphin as the mulberries were falling on our heads
I shall never forget its black eyes
When it got out of me, the whole world would have turned into a matter
What’s on earth the spirit would have been wandering on the skin
My red dolphin would have died
Nothing in the world should come between us
Titles, objects, faces;
nothing
– Water boils at its source, and the world gets cold –
English Translation by Mesut Şenol