Would you hear my voice
If I cry in my verses?
Could you touch my tears
With your gentle fingers?
Hisakis and Yuharas and many of thousands
They can't tell, they're all dead
'But I'll tell you! ' Grandpa History said
Were suddenly incandescent all the blue sky
İf love was handled with trust and honest
Every woman should open an Istanbul fest
Color in color her windows full of geranium
But you would also open a full purple love tree
Full moon comes down shiny on the water
A cool breeze passes
July night on the Bosphorus
The silver breath of the moon whisper
Here, the imagination of experience;
There, the wisdom of conscience;
What you say I hear,
Too much here and too much there!
You have salt
You have no sugar
You have pain
You have no taste!
and jumping dreams
They are no longer with me
Looks in its pensive mist
Wishful in the lonely heart
A gift to the universal meaning
Human is a marvelous miracle,
No matter how and for what we are created
We the miracle knew itself by the earth time