We Were Poor We Loved The World

Arif DAMAR

WE WERE POOR WE LOVED THE WORLD

So distant
So beautiful
It turned out eventually
That I never saw that face
Like it had never existed

When I am desolate
Heartbroken
The serene beauty
On Tülin's face
How it resembles
The one on the blurred
Broken
Missing glass
of a homeless memory

On a dismal winter evening
Delicate
Pale
Dark
How it resembles
The one I keep looking at
Secretly
When I am desolate
Heartbroken

The one I left in the pots
On seashells
On the pages of a book
Whether difficult

Or not
A half-moon on the ceiling

Delicate
Pale
Dark
On a dismal winter evening
When I am desolate
Heartbroken
How it resembles
The one on the missing glass
of a homeless memory
Blurred
Broken
The serene beauty
On Tülin's face

Whether difficult
Or not

We were poor
We loved the world

A half-moon on the ceiling

Translated by Suat Karantay