I gather I am a world exile once more again
No idea to which side of this life I can hang on
bending and twisting on the coarse people’s lathe
Watching everybody eating each other and me
wailfully and sorrowfully, once more again and again…
I gather I am incorrigible, once more again
A gun put to my head, a dagger to my chest,
a dynamite stuck in my heart; thousands of words and faces
I gather, the apple turning red, the wheat growing in the field,
green sweet basil, a leaf flying in the windy gust,
an eagle circling over the hills, I got it, I got it
I gather at sight, Master Celâl would say, “here he is a man like me”
Searching for the meaning of life in an absurd world
He knows all about it, and he informs as a soul carpenter
“That there is a meaning to everything, without an exception”
Giving a meaning to his line by carrying a deep line from the middle of my forehead
I gather, on the margin of life, alone, in his own way, and wise
With the deep lines in the middle of his forehead…
I gather, humans can kill humans, they can treat one another cruelly,
they can crucify, they can impale, and they can skin someone alive
I throw up. To the killers, on behalf of the killed
As much as the waters of rivers and seas… in disgust, sorrowfully
I delete my name from the list of humans
I delete it, delete it in disgust
I gather, once more again; I delete my name from the list of humans
English Translation by Mesut Şenol