I loaded the invisibility of my appearance
On the faces with high volume sound
Through making it diminish by silence
Leaving it enslaved behind every door I closed…
I’ve gone, I’ve made departure on and on
A buttoned up heart at my chest,
For not resembling someone
By startling the night and
My inability to express
With a good grace…
I’ve listened to so many road songs
From the out of tune mouths
Out of breath in the lungs of the streets
That bear names other than any flower
By having love blessing my loneliness
I’ve forgotten the fact that I was created out of fire…
Lots of wishes at the gallows
I’ve just pondered over my life experiences
As much as I miss
Maggots I picked with a grain of salt
Have incubated on the shell of poetry
I know all life is being denied…
The heart I sold for a half apple
Has not tumbled even though it was scraped off from its skeleton
Every compassion seems to be the delight of a wound
For having a union with its crust…
It is not an easy task to dust refinement
By penetrating the armor of the fears
My love having been the victim of the victim
Have not let the praises eat its bones
While it was talking in its sleep as in inflammatory disease
To utter the love words that are entrusted to suspicions…
I am nothing, naught
On the scream of existing and being annihilated
A heart put on the human voice and
Except so many disappointments…
ENGLISH TRANSLATION BY MESUT ŞENOL