Save me the statue of your feet
Save me that shy flower in your pot

I, who am oppressed by the whiteness of a page
The solitude of mute houses on my face

Wherever I look, this garden's mess
If only I could pass through you
My sorrow's carriage, its limping pace

Save me the awareness
Of this wound, our mortality

I, who am the birds' migration time
The vicious snake you've been feeding

Oh, the spacious calm of unknowing

The wind brought fear
Set it between us, just like that

Break through the silent and start again

Translated by Arzu Eker and Deniz Perin