One word shapes the world for humans,
One word brings sorrow to humans,
Neither is the sorrow that creates you,
Nor the fire that will destroy me.
It’s the heart that’s aflame, the life, the beloved,
A love that fills my eyes,
That crimson sun setting into the horizon,
It rises, yet it’s as if your smile steals it away.
Are these dreams that steer this ship?
Are these calendars that turn this world?
I wasn’t like this before,
Who deprived me of this hope?
I wake up from dreams with excitement,
Once again, we are crossing the Bosporus by ferry,
As you wave your handkerchief from the shore,
The roads appear distant to me.
