with the moaning of the deepening grand loneliness
it tidied itself up on the sand
to run into the autumn sea by shouting and screaming
it said, “get up” when your heart touches the water
by the steamy voice of the fired up loves
knock at the doors, at the doors of the all towns
the summer is over, the sand tidied itself up
pieces of the houses were shaken up
the flowers pulled themselves together, the summer was dried up
it was sprinkled on the last cold night
the summer is over. the sunsets are folded
with caution, they were put away for the next year
one love looked for its substitute in the autumn
the seagull caught the last fish and life
elapsed at the autumn in the wake of the motorboat
the summer was over with a full moaning
the loves pulled themselves together with an endless grief
everything is shouting and screaming, the trees
maybe a freshly baked loaf of bread
could have warmed the entire world but it is gone
the summer is over, the worn-out houses gathered together and closed up
English Translation by Mesut Şenol