Like a sorrowful father who sacrified his son
I bathed in many rivers, wandered on many mountains.
In which world, in what corner, in which sacred path of death
I was welcomed and baptised.
I was frightened- be afraid.
I was bored- be bored.
I was expelled- my mind was expelled.
I have forgotten all nouns.
I was everything everywhere everytime
discreetly I fell in love with dogs,
Here every door is a yearning.
and there is my door,
its woven many angers
compromises and catastrophes.
(Translated by Mevlut Ceylan, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)