Fancy Poem by Metin Sahin

listen to the voices falling into my bosom
gaze at my newly aroused eyes
let us go..let us go before comes th dawn
together with you my love together to the infinite horizon

when the first flames of the morning are in blazes
let us enter a fancy..a ligtened tree
let us ascend to the summit of that mountain suddenly
let dissappear beyond the houses of the city

a yellow canary is on a green limb of a tree
let her sing with her merriest voice
with a melody noone knows
let us get drunk in the most transparent waters

with the sweet senses swaddling our souls
like babies running to their mothers
let us sing and mourn like a dove
let drink our voices the waters in love

there is nothing more beautiful than a fancy in this world
as reconciling as heaven.as sweet as loves
let us fly with the wind winged birds
to a new world which rises up in our fancies
Ekrem TASKINSEL
translation Metin SAHIN