To Ataol Behramoğlu
the autumn arrived when the summer has gone being cross with the vases
that are wrapped with the veil and stand in a hotel room in gumushluk
the autumn arrived, where the threadbare albums were opened
I have seen, my skinny and dingily childhood
I walked faintheartedly by the misty bank of it
I am looking for my childhood in the dark
my child calls out, here I am dad.
in every fallen page of that album
my child calls out, here I am dad
do not beg before doors, here I am dad
I would have not known what the basilisk was anyway
is it my childhood? or is it a huge snake
the autumn arrived, I am closing down the threadbare albums
in an obsolete hotel room in gumushluk
under the bougainvillea, under the jasmines…
English Translation by Mesut Şenol