Go and get me ten penny-worth of rope
from the haberdashers round the corner.
If it isnt enough pay the rest yourself.
Im the one to die, youre the tailor.
Perhaps in the morning perhaps who knows when
dwindling eyes will announce
ten penny-worth of doves in the tree.
This is the embroidery you call death.
(Translated by Feyyaz Kayacan Ferger, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)