1/
Who is left for them to take offense at?
Their names on faded marble
The fig has turned sweet since we last saw it
The olive has found its voice amidst them
Our mother and father
Are they like you and me?
Two silent neighbors, for so long now,
In their beds of earth
2/
You keep sleeping
I’ll brew some tea
Sesame-topped flatbread from the oven
A bunch of narcissus from the florist
We feel hurt without the sun
Words are growing cold
And what’s more, this week too
The children have forgotten us
English Translation by Mesut Şenol