Mesut Şenol
As the blinding mountainside was shrinking
and going beyond the horizon
Non blowing top was being shrouded by shadows
and at a such end of a sunshine
I enter into the world of the fairies without asking
and start flying on my magic carpet out of clear sky
I give way to the obscure delusions
though I would not wish for them to be forgotten
Mirages are being daggered by un-howling groan
at that in the deepest depths
The moment of the mistrust void where the wise are meeting
when I was toiling and sweating to reach it
As I was having a look at the silhouette on the top of the hills
and when I was staring at beyond it
I can sense that it is time when the dream
and the reality get blended
and though I would not wish it to end
I am here for carrying you inside me
and I am ready to pay attention to you
When the sun rises…
Translated by the Poet Himself