this is for the days of the deprived…
i drew the curtains, and i filed darkness
a black & white movie, a woman
her name is sümbülteber
the smell of smuggled tobacco coming off from her breast
the marks in her bed out of last night
under the pillow of the sky
the stars and what’s more on her body
i arrived and by any chance i showed up because of an excuse
it was the coronation day for the world to my surprise
and bells, pipes as well as laurel leaves
who is the king, where is the court jester?
the world used to be a slippery place
sümbümteber is nothing but an excuse
i shut the doors and examined the walls
looking for any trace of blood or bite
a thread inside my throat elongated
here it is the world and it is a sinister place
in between going away or staying
great many patches, dropped stiches and dents
and its inability to dress
a bloody cloud
here it is the world, the map of arriving
its opposite ends of the pain
there is no trouble for her right eye, a woman, her name is sümbülteber
on her left eye there are the tones of grayish blue color and the more
(my looking at you
is a leftover from one thousand and one nights
do not forget about it
this is for the days of the deprived!)
ah my heart, goes from bad to worse, to worse, to worse…
English Translation by Mesut Şenol