you are also passing through my heart
like the other rains;
the way we walk is a knife-cut
is it wothy of this passion?

chagrins pace back and forth in my heart
i stand like some soil, like a sea,
a colour whose memories will remain the same forever...

i open you
like a wardrobe from which dresses run out
when i open its door,
only agony comes out of you.

agony does not stay out of love
both in alliance and after getting divorce,
a part of man hurts.

is it easy to be able to look at the backside of the walls?
i prefer suffering in your absence
to suffering when i was near you.


Koray Feyiz
(Translated from Turkish by Baki Yiğit)