They will recognize me from my love

Some will leave their traces, in this world
Some won’t be satisfied with anything.
A grave of somebody
Will mention about its owner,
A word of somebody
Will be left after somebody.
All will desire
To leave any word in this world.
The centuries will cause to forget them.
The false castles made of lies
Will be destroyed.
The people will know everything
They will reprobate after knowing.
The fires will be made
For the guilty past.
They will choose only the words
And will keep only them..
And ..and they will recognize me
From my love!

As if your eyes aren’t yours, but strangers

You see a handful of soil in my hand,
I look at it, Mother is seen.
It seems you that you pick a leaf,
Wounded leaves are covered with blood.

You know, it is the ground under your feet
You don’t know each inch of soil is a grave.
You know the end of all is death and grave,
You don’t know the life is narrower than a grave.

You look at my face; your looks are frozen,
As if your eyes aren’t yours, but strangers’.
My eyes are filled with tears,
You will be lost in the ways.

The poem that I didn’t write to you

Dedicated to Mother

The poem that I didn’t write to you
Will destroy me inside of myself.
When I die it will fill into my spirit
And will leave inside of my body.

I shall leave injustice on my shoulders,
Neither the soil nor stone will know.
The spring and winter that I found in my love
Won’t be back forever.

The familiar faces of my friends
Will disappear in front of my eyes.
After you my spirit will look for
The word being worthy to you.

The poem that I didn’t write you
Will go down into the grave in secret.
You also won’t shed tears
To the poem that didn’t come to life.

My spirit is strange in my body

At last I found you, have come to say to you
That I shan’t date you anymore!
My spirit is strange in my body
I shan’t put on this body anymore.

I abandon you crossing my name out of your heart
It is enough if you keep my picture inside of your eyes.
I shed tears for you, I wept for hours longing you,
It is enough if you shed a drop of tear for me.

That dug grave will be mine, it is my last address
If you remember anything, be aware where to look for me.
Wherever I traveled I didn’t feel myself strange
Wherever I stand isn’t my Motherland!

I fall on the road where you fell out of my eyes

You didn’t know me because I was a small tree,
They cut me untimely, I didn’t have any shadow.
Stumps are left after huge trees are cut
Any of my tracks isn’t left in the height of a tree.

From where you could know I feel cold,
The clothes of my spirit are rotten long ago.
You cut such a grief it doesn’t fit to my frame
I am covered with the grief of my future.

How to look at the face of justice
Such partings are sorrow for the God.
I fall on the road where you fell out of my eyes
I am going to look for you there.

Translated i nto English by Sevil Gulten