I gazed from the slopes of love
at life and at you
come! before fire falls upon this city
kiss the September aches from my lips
let the anger gather before the rain falls
my rains
I wove a sorrow -born of your absence-
into my hair
I love the mornings that steal my mind
with the sound of your name
the moon will tear through the darkness,
and fall upon my face
love shall be written upon my night - let your seeds
be forged of copper
years in your hands, a delicate spring
resting in your palm
pour the magic of your words
into my seas
silence the death -knells in my hair
I sleep upon your chest, bare as the sun
wheat stalks brush against my hair
your hands carry water to my gardens of fire
come! wake me, plunder my emotions
intoxicate the world, I am ready for your invasion
while you bloom within me
in the dead of winter
ask for a season from the cities I love
let a barefoot spring flutter at the hem of my skirt
bring kites made of stricken images
cast fire, scatter the storms
let your blossoming voice ignite within me
burn away the moments
scarred by my childhood
let that rain run across my face
let an era close within your eyes...
I must conceive from poetry
let poets be born of your lineage...
English Translation by Mesuty Şenol
