Sun is up
and
you’re gone.
You will not see the light!
I will be in worse sorrow than
the irresolute desert heat in your eyes.
I don’t want to utter a word now.
Sun is rising
and you are leaving
Alas, does my heart not ask why!
No consolation to be found in the smiles
of the coy night sky.
Though your being has turned into a mist
smoking my very existence,
you, as beknown, have set into the darkness of the moon!
(Translated by Selin Ozgen)
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