Some Hope To Be Loved Poem by Muharrem Soyek

While I was collecting dreams for you
You moved far away from the city
While I knew you the gospel of heaven,
Have you considered me from sin?
No cure, if no care for being my beloved...
On my side
My heart is rotten by longing to be your beloved!

If I shrivel like a leech and cry
In the bosom of the night,
If I mourn in all black widowhood
On holidays that come without you,
Oh, if only I could see what to comment
How to rest in your heart just a moment...