Nafi

In the nook of a golden horse twilight

Every rogue sound

Handwritten in the husk of the season that says, "I am"

Hafiz hitchhikes on a cricket of white moths and falling doves

Shop talkers in that rattle of cradled night

One second then, the sea draws the sea

I see her singing herself to sleep

The writers of heaven put their feather pens down

Ear to the conch shells

The phantom limb of suffering

Finger painting the calligraphy of love

I see all of speech as a refutable quote

All of language, a silence not yet silent

Is there a holy place for anywhere at all

An inch not yet found?

Ah kime edem şikayet

Mücrim-i hal menem

Peder madar kader deyip

Sebeb-i sefil enem

Sebeb-i sefil enem

Gel can dede

Gel yahu

Gel can dede

Gel yahu

Gel can dede

Gel yahu

Gel can dede

Gel yahu

Gel can dede

Gel yahu

I see all of speech as a refutable quote

All of language, a silence not yet silent

Is there a holy place for anywhere at all

An inch not yet found?