In a world abandoned to darkness I shall be a light,
My dance will burn brightly before the setting of the sun,

Rust and decay litter this forgotten stage of the world,
My dance shall glitter on the pathways of humanity,

I shall bow down to no fear, no hate, no violence,
My dance rises to realms few dare to contemplate.

There is a silence that speaks of the soul,
Listen to the signs of the Beloved,

Those in search of ease and comfort,
They shall never find the pathways of the Beloved,

In a reservoir of shadows and lurking darkness,
Those are the pools where real treasures glow.

Those dark orbs, in them floats a universe of light,
Regions unexplored, spaces where light flourishes,

Those who dare to play in the darkest of places,
To them belongs the treasures of life’s purest light,

Each soul will taste the fragrance of the unseen,
Their lips will sing the hymns of immortality.

My pillow, softer than jagged glass,
My dreams, more vibrant than a jailed rainbow,

Here I lounge, freedom dancing in my heart,
Here I weave, songs pure as silken honey,

No darkness shall cage me, none,
No fear shall trap me, none,

I am a nightingale, and these are my lands,
I am midnight, and I sing the sweet song of dawn.

Light I had, a stage too, and the music of my soul,
In this place of solitude and forgotten memories,
I danced, I searched, and I found the Beloved,

The afternoon hour weaved light with gold,
And before the coming of the whispering dark
I flew to the glittering landscapes of contemplation.

On the eve of Valentine,
The night roads closed in,

No cards for the abandoned,
No roses for the homeless,

Life lived from a carton,
Eaten and discarded,

They are your brothers,
Your sisters, your friends,

One the eve of Valentine,
A soul wept alone in a deserted road.

The storms are here,
People herded into concentration camps,

The regime labels them ‘re-education’ camps,
Torture and ****** takes place there,

They broke and erased a poet and musician inside,
His name was Abdurehim Heyit,

And the world never spoke out,
It danced the lion, dragon, and celebrated a pig,

Out there,
A storm weeps.