You disperse the clouds, my obstinate one, my sorcerer
It’s true I have conceived a child by an ecstatic river
A knife slowly draws that mutterings to my forehead
The golden phoenix fly over us
They come over us and multiply the nights over us
I thought of myself blonde for a long time in the coaches
I have shielded myself for a long time behind the yawning
Of a sweaty man and fugitive’s praises
For a long time not to know what to do in the evenings
Cut my long nails with canaries’ beaks
And wiped the sinister thoughts from my face
Rejoice, I am mourning for viragos
Metallic noises are in my hand
As you know my father used to love my kites more than me
Now my kites are big, that muttering (that man)?
In old days, I have spent my every grieving looks for Pegasus
When each door creaked, a child palled, what an ugly sight
Ugly, then from thin armour wound’ skin on my body
Alas sorrow! That smoke like a woman voice
My sorcerer agitator of my feelings
Rejoice, we are not a game rule any more
Translated from the Turkish by Mevlut Ceylan
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