Your shadow passes by every morning through my door
Every morning I got shut from one part of me
My sea of longing boils over
Its sails are closed down
My renewed hope drops its flower all of a sudden
I feel helpless…
I imprisoned your voice in my chamber
My hands grasp you on my table
My longing is shaken in the scream of the poem I wrote for you
My eyes check the vaults where I hid you…
Hands in the pocket, your absence handcuffs me
By the stony, thorny side of day
I would head for the pathways with your company
I would snuggle into the arms of your absence
My shattered dreams would halt
In my glance…
A heavy loneliness would fall on the center of the evening
My sky would dim thoroughly
A new climate-less state would perch on the edge of my collar
Coldest winter time’s black frost
My longing gets stained in the blackness of the night…
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL