I shall leave this town tomorrow night
the waters pull me; I am a traveler heading for a river
I have no load other than my heart
unless the dead birds dropped from my chest are accounted for
I have nothing to say, here you’ve got my face, and here is the sunset
the silence of memories in my voice
I am hurting inside and I am walking on the road
out of the town I parted ways long since
I would never ride on those trains even though I would be tired
let no one meet me at those stations
A bird-less town is in my secretly growing hair
now I am a handful of ash left from love and memories
it’s only them seeing me off for the river I head for
I have nothing to say, here you’ve got my face, and here is the sunset
the silence of memories in my voice
In the end, I am left alone with myself like a question
as my dreams were decreasing in the broken mirror of the town
tell me whether my life came over this town
have I ever lived my life truly for my own sake then
(Taken from the book “Cardboard Suitcase”, 1999)
English Translation by Mesut ŞENOL