I am Tired
Of looking at my own photos
And whats more, sad events on the calendars
do not bother me.
I was not cut out to be a great man.
My only wish is to make mischief with
Who cares about my behaviour anyway?
Who whispers to the dying dove?
Who is on the shores of my voice?
Now the only thing left in my pocket
İs the address of a lonely sparrow.
(Translated by Mevlut Ceylan, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)