Grief will invade your dreams.
Listen to the ocean
for all that you would see.
Remember blue fields
fulfilled by the sun
while sorrow sleeps.
Hand in hand
nights bring fish.
Your eyes soak up the sky,
you cannot endure
the murmur of disappearance
in the cul-de-sac of the Rose.
Poems there will be silenced,
the songs will make you cry,
glass will break in your hands.
You cannot think,
and then you know
you are able no longer to see me
in the cul-de-sac of the Rose.

by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick - 2002