In the silence of Galata,
With my eyes closed,
As if the world has fallen silent…
A city’s heart beats behind me
Galata gazes from afar,
Weary with the weight of centuries.
Seagulls trace forgotten loves
Across the sky;
Two birds rest upon my shoulder
One is the past,
The other, tomorrow…
And you, between the two,
Are like a hope quietly growing.
My hair converses with the wind,
With words left unspoken on my lips…
Perhaps I am waiting for someone,
Or perhaps I am finding myself.
This city is crowded,
Yet the solitude within me
Is as graceful as Galata,
And as fragile…
And the birds whisper:
“Come,”
“Stay,” they say
In the heart of the city, my heart is elsewhere.
Seagulls pass above me,
Time passes through me,
And love remains, always, in the same place.
English Translation by Mesut Şenol