UNDER THE MOONLIGHT YOUR EYES

One day, suddenly

If you throw one stone or one rose

Into my deeply wells

And one Moon suddenly

Cause to fall to my effection's

The most stagna like your beautiful eyes...

Know well that

The time has come to be mad for me..

Under the moonlight your eyes

Believe that

In every fibres of wing

There are thousand sads, and

Its foots are dyed with henna

One of the timid pigeon is

And sealed mouths of Parrots

Covet, however to you

When your eyes sing language of

Condition most sadness the songs...

Infact it is my balad

It's our balad

Which your eyes singing it

Do you know?

And the most sadly

One night of Marash

The popular Balad of

One of Karacaoglan's

Do you know how is Balad?

And it is black

It's Turkman that

Under the moonlight your eyes.

You're mercy and abudance

Caming from the night !

You! Your eyes are deeply

As much as nights...

And you're the cold weather's

Days of end.

And your breath is hot like

A fire when you leave go

And your fingers are corals

And your writs are silver

And than your eyes are

The most selected Gazelles

Between miniatures of Masterpiece and

The most beautiful in the World..

Under the moonlight your eyes..

When it has come the time of kill me,

like a Indian fire me into heats

later on fire and my ashes

Throw into your devine river of eyes,

Instead of Ganj River

If you want make up with my ashes to your eyes

You know well

But, I've a request from you

Let most savage be and

Let most timid Gazelle be

Under the moonlight your eyes.

As much as most madly mares

You're pure-bred and looking of wild

One day at that high plateau

If you hear that

I went mad without you

And you cause to fly

Your most rough laughters to the winds

Later, with regretfullness,

At the corner of your hearth

If ıt may be posibble

You'll feel the ache

Know that, like your face

In the of full-moon

The most swift horse are

Drinking at the fountain

And that place I'll drink the poison its prepared

By your hands with henna

And also from in the middle of

Your eyebrows collected secred of sads,

And most intimate

With love from your eyelash

Two drops elixirs

To you, my most madly poems

I'll read all of them..

And I'll sing the most beautiful songs

When I fall down to your kness

Your black

Sadly

And will sing songs

That your beautiful eyes..

THE LIFE SONG

At the road of my inner self

Or, at the boulevard of my inner self

I pay no attention that

I'm seein some children

Everyone is Yusuf

I could pay no attention

Everyone has behind one of the World

Drags oneself..

And one is dreaming

For to rise quickly and also

But, I impotantial of wake up him

And one child runs too in his dream

There is mother's love in his handfuls

He runs runs runs away

And sky blue

Full of breast with buging for

At the midnights..

DO YOU GO ?

Do you go from these place

One day, ıs to say; it will be come the time?

Do you too / like everyone ?

Would you say "I'm compelled" as a like

That, do you have to leave as a having reason

Do you go ? Never look at behind you ?

Do you go from these place one day

Do you too ?

Do you run away with a lot of

Memories in your eyes ?

Do you cause to compel me

For a unique salute ?

Do you go too one day like everyone ?

THE HALF DREAMS IN THE PAST

The time is period of rose

And me

I never gave an unique rose to you

It was so pity..

THE TIME AND YOUR EYES

There are two things in my mind,

The first one is the time

The other one are your eyes..

Which was the season, I dont know,

When I was dead without you

And again I came to the life

In your eyes...?

Now, who is asking for the account of time ?

Ohh, who is asking from the hours ?

What can I say more ?

Your eyes are the sad which that

They caused to grow old, the time..

At least, did you think

Why the rebellions come from

The quarter of town of poors? Always

And why the time pass as a gently

In that places ?

And which an uncle stronger can buy the post-cards

From the children of snivellings ?

Why the whole balads are full of the happiness there ?

"Which the edge of mountain isn't a way" ?

And which the end of sea isn't a shore ?

And than, do I carry false happiness on my face ?

Or my copy does ?

And believe that ;

Your eyes used up the time of Iskender's life

It is not necessary dont say; I know;

In the future, All things must take their course

Know which; that time, the period will be only

Your eyes..

Also dont say, it is not necessary that I know,

When I hang down to emtiness,

Perhaps something

Yes, something will attach me to life,

That a thing is your mournful eyes..

THE LAST WISH

Let my life's period be

As much as the rose's

It is enough for me that,

Let my life pass beside you

At the last night of a spring

Let me die

When I stay on my feet

In that manner, I wait for

Your eyes are to be on me

Enough as..

If someone sees to your

Side-lock of hairs

It always must be black

His fortune..

Ohh what can I do ohh !

When I could see your side-lock of hairs

Only

My fortune would be black !

WEEPING WHO IS MY PEN

My pen is aching

For my worrieds and weepings

My horse of idea is my pen

The turning of black clouds

On his head

With snowly, windly

And his most greenest hills

Are with of poppies

The fields's old poet

With his tearless

Is my pen !

Speak ! Dont be silent

In my hand

The nights are darking

For you, look at !

Wake up from your dailly sleepings

Wake up my pen ! ...

A DAY ABSOLUTELY

I see her everytime

Everytime

When it becomes dark

To myself

When I thing too much her

After that when it rains

One towards evening

I'll see her

I know that

She'll never to be she

But, I'll say

She is..

IN FACT WHOLE SPRINGS ARE SEPTEMBER

Do you know ?

In fact , whole springs are September

Well, where are the flowers, hyacinths,

Carnations, Jasmins and Narcissus's ?

Which were once blooming inside us

Always, after that

Where are our cypress, plane-trees

that left and went far away..

From our cortyards; where are our pigeons ?

Why our fountain of waters

were interrupted?

And our free distributions..

Do you know ?

Infact , whole springs are September

Why our turtles were silent suddenly

And our nightingales also

How many reorganizations passed away

From our roses ?

And now, our poems are fatherless children

Which they by and by pale of colour of the faces

And the bowing necks their...

Do you know ?

Infact , whole springs are September

When the nights are ashamed from their darkness now,

And also when our tulips turned red with

Their shame and our holly Züleyha

Are always ashemed..

Is he Kays and are you Leyla ?

But, we never recognized them

Ohh ! We unrecognized !

Who are you? Can you say ?

AT THE PERIOD OF TIME GOT OLD

We're two children

You child, me child

And we fall down to the childishly passions

We didn't know

Ohh we couldn't know

The maturers ashemed

From our love..

Like flying butterflys

A long to the days and nights

We run after to the childishly passions

And not easly come by most highly reflection's

Afterwards, we looked at to each other us

On quiet waters..

We have been loved

We loved endless to each other us

Our hearts were wild child

In early morning their sleeping fall down

From eyes and that time

We suckled the aches

From our eyes to our pupils of the eyes

And we nourished our loves, with the aches

It is written hıstory of sadness by our eyes.

THE RAIN'S SONGS

Is the life a song

Or is it a sad which one ?

It is remainder that

Sometime, is the life which

Full of the love of heart giving

To someone is it a life ?

When to run behind the leafs of

Fall downess which its likely

As not that, who is knowing even

To become wet

Undeterred in subtle rain's arms..

Sometime, is a life the influencely balad

Or to fall down into heart

Or to curl the lip to someone

Is it a life ?

Or to be poured from one miniature's

Eyes which are in middle of darkness

Night, to say as something by oneself

Is it a life ?

When you carry September's sun

And to wishper to someone

At the cordyard of caravanserai's

As the like a plane-trees which

Its unshaded and there is

Miserable emptiness in it

And also ıt stays and waits for nothing

Is it life ?

Or into dream like -Hüsn ü Aşk- as

A fantastic love is

It is waxy ship that

It passed fire sea and

It has been brought your heart

To far away by the seducer

Is it a life ?

Sometime it is raining

Without your eyes to the

Lakes as an unhappy

Is it a life ?

And to sing some songs

About the rains of my eyes

And to try to smile

In spite of the life

In sunshinely and rainly

In a day

And also in the name of the holy books,

In the name of the birds

Of green rain-birds

And in the regard of the

Pair of the black eyes

And as the most bigest things

Are that; in to be unsaying poems

To endure of night and day

May be

It is meaning that life..