In sleepless nights of feverish delirium,
Amidst the fluttering of seagulls and my own heart,
I drift into the night
With dreams where I cannot tell
What is illusion and what is real.
A crimson seal burns upon my brow,
The memory of a day beyond time…
White birds descend from the night,
Words woven of secrets upon their wings,
Fateful traces within their shadows.
I am a solitary body in the night,
Purifying my heart with fire.
In every dream, a part of me awakens,
While another part drifts toward eternity.
And I,
Like a prayer born of fire,
Mature within the womb of silence.
The wind knows my name,
But only the night knows my secret…
English Translation by Mesut Şenol