Hey traveler,
Sit in the corner of this marble, come on
Take your time to wind down.
Leave behind
All the works you think never end
Catch your breath.
Free yourself from the life
Full with a fear that it will end eventually
Get the good news with eternity.
In this calm piece
Of the Globe, now
It’s time; you can rest in the shade.
*
Here everybody seems grieved,
Everybody sad,
And everybody a bit vagrant,
Everybody
With a belief they came untimely,
And get upset.
*
It is hard tough to get used to your absence
By the household,
Even your childhood is left so far away indeed,
Bodies, falling off in tatters and
Even getting decomposed,
At your heart at all times,
Always a fresh hope nourishes.
As you hands run synchronous with the soil,
Each and every organ of yours,
Your hair and eyes,
They seek to give up the ghost.
*
It’s time to rise
On this marble stone
You had enough to rest.
You,
In your departure accompanied by prayers,
Worshipping altar;
Resigned, mute,
Awaiting the next traveler…
Translated by Mesut Senol