Different subjects of different Gods
Mystic wayfarers of ancient times
As they were going round the blessed rite’s circle
They were dropping their sins onto the fire giving birth from their ashes
It has not been a human that they walked over yet
Selves used to be burnt in the arms of the flames
The telling steps of initiation used to lead to transformation
A very fine line between them and God
Somebody else’s ritual tally was
Not anybody’s business
Souls were melting in thousand symbols
One thousand rules of a thousand temples
One thousand names of a thousand Gods
They have not evolved into one yet
The subjects used to feel nature’s words
Temples used to be the nestle of unity
And yet the believers used to be parts of that unity
The mortal wayfarers of the seven story building
Who were fed by the well-fed soil
And washed by the same cloud used to be companions
The ecstatic lives praying to the rain
Were going to pieces only in their own soul
The ones who were not able to share a God
Have not broken humans into thousand pieces yet.
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL