my swallow looking for its homeland got wounded
I say stay well as I am off leaving your days
your noise and fears
I am off leaving your days
to drop the planet inside me on the willow’s wriggling
‘smooching me by its mouth’s kiss’
I am leaving your days
to stay and keep wriggling with the butterfly in the dark
to produce more inexpressible silks through that wriggling
I walk out of your days
that fire still wriggling inside me
to struggle with myself in the poorest nights
Translated by Mesut Senol