Horizons misty, stars diffused, moon hazy,
The resplendent Milky Way appears weary.
My eyes brim with centuries-old longing,
In my ears, melodies of longing in every form.
Every night, I survey the surroundings with myriad emotions,
Between hope and annoyance, always alone;
What screams do I hear while wandering so solitarily,
The surroundings pale dark, all around utterly quiet.
Sorrow always pours into the depths of my heart,
Sometimes I quietly shed tears within;
My feelings congeal, words become muted,
I listen to the voices of my spirit, without lyrics or melody.
And when the rhythm of my heart beats in annoyance,
I surrender myself to the longest weeping,
And suffer afflictions throughout the night,
Pouring out my heart into pitch-black corners.
Tell me, when will the sun rise.
The night cannot persist once dawn has broken.
And tell me, when will the rain fall.
Snow and ice take their leave in warming embrace.
Source: Sızıntı, February 1998, volume 20, issue 229.
