Initially
Dusk clothed it
The night was BLACK after all
It was in love with moonlight
It waited for hours
All of sudden it saw that
When ascending somewhere
The night was SLIM after all
It did not have dreams
In the bosom of ill gotten sleeps
Naked was its soul
It covered its body freely
With SILK tulles
It was ablaze and starry
Feeling chilly in its eyes
That is why
Its season never ceased
Its hands were captivated by the spell of love
Alongside with the moonlight
It waited for the morning all the time
The curtains were drawn there
BLACK, SILK, the LACE
And the night was LONELY……
Translated by Mesut Senol