I kiss you before the door through which you departed,
My son.
I wander the streets you once walked
Quietly,
Without a sound,
I wander, my son.
I turn toward every single noise,
Thinking perhaps you have returned.
My gaze is locked,
My eyes fixed on the outside
Bring the key, my son!
I want to smile in the photographs,
So that you might look and find joy, my son.
My face may smile, but
My heart, so full, and it is pouring down, pouring down, my son!
The absence of you is like an arrow,
Piercing the wrinkles upon my cheeks.
My burdened heart fills and fills,
Always raining, yet never emptying, my son.
Even if the whole world were to gather here,
Without you, I am so very alone, my son.
English Translation by Mesut Şenol