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)

Its alright if nothing goes your way
the tears in which you chose to conceal

Its even better if everything goes your way
the happiness in which you have no one to share with

But its going to be alright
aloneness isn't  the same as loneliness

and until you find the wothy someone
don't be afraid of being alone

you are your best company