I was becoming a mill
You were being a flowing water inside me
We were grinding each other nonstop
Out of spite to skylarks
I was becoming a sea
You were being a shattered silhouette of a boat coming ashore
We were washing each other nonstop
Out of spite to the sorcerers
I was becoming the sun
You were being a darkening cloud
We were being poured on each other nonstop
Out of spite to the cold seasons
I was turning into a history book
You were being a decadent time inside me
We were drawing each other nonstop
Out of spite to the radiant teachers
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL