With whom I dive below the sky
In the silver rain like a tranquil cry
Into golden seas - beyond the glow
I hear her eyes singing lullaby.
Your beauty once was gold -
-From the soothing voice of dusk
To a hooting owl behind the mask-
Life is but a dream -
A day-night scene -
As we're still waiting
To be waken by somebody.
If each breathe is a frozen sleep
If each exhale is a pleasure deep
And if blurs sail over the ocean
And my eyes; the only vision
I sometimes look at a pure beauty,
And I seek it above, that I can reach
Those touches of the brush, and feel it
Within my bluest sense and reddest desire.
Come to my garden and smell
The vivid mimosas
Each glimmer upon your spell
When yours is all roses.
I thought I saw a somewhat-cloud,
Somewhat-wool, and some colors around:
'Twas an evening, but whoa!
What's that mournful vision called?
Bir gül - her daim bir gül
Bir elma da gül,
Armut ve erik de öyle,