for touching the enlightenment in the darkness
you are the one I never get tired running for
with my feet i submitted in the fire
on the roads i ventured
i aged the stories, I buried children
though this has been a decree of a void
that is the voice inside of it never spoke out
we are experiencing an epoch of the stars folded after you
you pose white in the pages of the past
the june river is grey to the utmost
with thousand pains gathered in the gleam of the streaming silver mirrors
the decree of a void
this is the appearance hoovering in the air
it is blood red in the one hundred bullet cartridge
no pulling out of steel is passing
the heat of the bullet
and the melting of the kiss out of touching
from the eyes delivered with the traces of years
those eyes are just two wide seas
staying like that in the void
not they are like an appeal to a decree
as if they are going to stop any time
while being belligerent like that in the void
i think of you on the cover of a yellow book
the gunshot wound in my hair
we are at the very point of where the annihilation hanging over us
our staple and calm feelings are taken
melting in the hands of a novice surgeon
the sound of the soil stuck to its meat
is it now the shadow of that road you walked on
a companion of my shadow
is this sea a reflection of the settled naivety
and is it the night breaking us off from life
or is it the darkness of the dawn
with the shadow of the feet drawn on the water
with the pink lilies losing their color
who is going to love after you
who is going to love
the wound that thinks of you
and a woman with a streaky face
English Translation by Mesut Şenol