Mesut Şenol
Coming to fruition in finding a place to settle in your soul
The back gardens of your own paradise still cry for a deal
Will the newcomers be patient with what they see in their dreams?
Again, it’s not a huge enterprise to fool the hell’s guards
Or else you might danger your prospect in this emptiness
See what you can offer in exchange for any subtlety
Your life swims out to reach the vastest ocean’ winds
The never-ending story begins just here in the basin of hunger
Even thirst could not be satisfied by pure water any longer
Use of the brain or chest will not suffice to cover your face
Nothing is saved from winds caused by a merciless lover
Still, lovers meet somewhere in the middle of a calm breeze
Yet there is something in your climactic heart chamber
Within your inner world, winds blow on your face ceaselessly
Translated by the Poet Himself