Windy Day Poem by Ayhan Diril

So furious today, is the wind,
Blowing hard on the leaves
Resist it, if you can.
The leaves are chained slaves.
As if looking for an escape,
Looking for a span.

Oh, leaves, force not in vain,
No use leaning the heads
From right to left,
Run, if you can run.
Time causes this theft
To steal our lives
From ourselves.

Be modest, do not boast!
The long, heavy branches!
You can be bent down, too.
Let me see you, poor leaves
Stand straight! If you can

Golden hair of the lover
Is helpless now.
As the wind grasps it
With its pitiless claw.
Flings it into my heart
Hold it if you can now.

Leaves are dried.
Leaves are bent.
Falling in the river.
Oh, great plane tree!
You think?
The leaves are yours?
Or are they the pages of my life?
Prevent the pages of my life
Try, If you can.

I close my window slowly.
Time to say bye.
Now there is neither your blowing
Nor your burning cry.

May be it stops soon
What about the one in my heart?
Stop it if you can.