Such an insolent bruise to send one into frenzy
While the embracing flesh was losing its fury
All of a sudden it assumes its grey orphanage
You can’t put a foot wrong for reality
The blood in your vein holds up doggedly
you might be all smiles if only you can leave it behind
or you turn your face to the city
That is again to give birth to you by beginning with your wrists
In the blood you wish to have it bled
Whoever says what, let him splutter
A lie even stays in the air
English Translation by Mesut Şenol