Let it be so
Flowers bloom in winter in the absence of absence
Let yourself be prosperous
Whose journey is it
Our upside-down stroke in the desert at dawn
Beginning to talk to say it is the travel of the sand
I know unusual stringing
Rest in peace
We should have with you well in advance
Before my dad sold his red record player
Before postponing our neighborhood picnic for three months
You should have been welcome
I should have rub my face on yours
That leaf bringing the wind to the backyard should have trembled
I shouldn’t have asked who you were in fact
Let it be so.
Even being late appears to be fashionable on some people
Welcome again
I am in the moisture of a stone with its heart mossed
I slide from an abyss made out of a cut glass
By hurriedly filling a call into my mouth hole
Mom calls it an earthquake
My mom knows nothing about quakes, let us quake
Let her not worry about it
The water of the weary times is inside my tummy
I lost my distance, I cannot get there
Words, the heat of my soilless state
By lining up as tall as a suicide on a riverside
My wings came away like knots being unstitched in rows
You might remember
Reprises of our seasons were being heard on a wooden radio
One of your hands would sort mallow out
The other one would be taking the sins by handfuls
Not on your life
Who lost who, who is whose foe
I cannot make a sense of what the blowing of this reed flute is all about
Isn’t that so that our life in the northern hemisphere is of a compass
Then let the soil per falling rains occupy us
Our feathers took nourishment from an abstract pain
Let it be the last one
At the expense of growing ten-gram fat we were destroyed
What else do you expect
English Translation by Mesut Şenol