TE16 Turkish Delight

İlhan Sami Çomak And I fell to your bosom with the seal of faulty calculations I fortified the name of the night with the whims of dawn In the distance, in the iron blaze of your name you my dear Weave darkest rains smelling of the sea. (And if anything remains Our horses with time-tearing faces, heartfelt in their Bridles, their speed a gift to solitary divans, will remain) I have long since placed tall women’s millstones Over the seasons of my chest. Say rise up, say deserted The fault-lines of the sun, beat whatever my tongue says With the turbulence of those songs those rivers. A city will come to mind, the turmoil of the city… Say, my mind, say your clear bright days are cracking Through your lips moving towards mine. Bend your knees Good morning! The water’s eagerness to disperse Good morning! The weed yellowed in the steppe, say. I got on my horse and came to you. I brought rain to you with the rustling of beauty Today starting from my brother’s hands towards His neck I kissed all your children. What the droplet teaches: In love, you must become a torrent. With the verses of your voice, say flood, say nonsense Say enough with the wing-seeking blood Of the birds we aim at with our slings. If you come, the rains must come. And some sun is constantly scraping our faces With henna and partridges lotuses scrape our belatedness Say, don’t you keep whining, greet the dawn

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