Aralanmış dudakların bir şarkıya,
Your lips are parted for a song,
You are alone, nestling in the somber echo.
At dusk, you write ballads to the sun,
At dusk you are cross with the moon.
Who hurt you berceste? You’re almost broken.
There are sunflowers waiting for you, can’t you see?
The soil awaiting rain in your garden,
Even butterflies long for you.
Your white heaven is a white nightmare to everyone else outside
Dry pennyroyals are craving you, are you cross with them too berceste?
A lugubrious scent comes on as my feelings pass you by.
I hold you captive in my mind, your name is stuck on my tongue.
Such composure, wouldn’t your heartbreak make the sky miserable?
Come now, however briefly, is this distance everlasting?
I can’t get off my mind berceste, your daydreams of another
The delicate touch of your wind resembles nights in July.
In my eyes the great blue waves licking the shore
The incantation of your name makes me weep, mauls me even.
I got caught up with the song, as if it was a remedy.
Do you think you’re worth it, berceste, falling for a palette of pain, one by one
Melancholic are the songs who remind of you
Segments of our memories appear before my eyes.
Roses are to blame for these cuts, who desire you.
You are spring and rain, does leaving befit you?
Everyone missed you here berceste, they’re undone without you near.
Don’t you ever long for the summers or miss us?
My hands tremble as I write these verses, the sensation of you never coming back.
Your tongue is tied, is waiting all you know?
Will this utter darkness someday end?
When will you shine on our night berceste?
The hypocrisy of pain!
Challenging ways of leaving you.
Your heart grew cold now, like your gaze.
So your view is distorted, distorted the joy.
How long have you been crying berceste, your eyes turned coral color.
A sombre guitar tune passes through my ear
And a honeycomb confession, I’m at you again
Do you miss us? You broke up from absoluteness
Have your prayers been answered?
Exertion was the only thing left of you berceste, sorrow gone, love over.
Now look at the sky one last time, I’m going far away.
Leave the windowsill now, you might catch a cold.
Don’t abide with the others who wait for arrival, now only our hearts stand side by side.
Breathe then, say it’s passed, clear your mind.
I don’t want to leave berceste, But I have to accept.
*In literature, it is the best and most easily remembered string, verse or couplet. It can also be
called the most beautiful and loved string, verse or couplet in a poem in general.
Translated by Irmak Ertaş
