Sultan Yaray 1971
DO NOT BE AFRAID
Do not be afraid of me, the sad glances are the awakening of the heart of a coward. I cannot resist, my mind will be lost in the storms. Do not be afraid, do not tear the flag of longing. Let your eyes fill with tears. Do not be afraid, do not be angry with the stars of my hopes, do not be a bitter smile.
Do not kill the angel of love, do not crush the pride of love. Do not waste my life in a sorrowful autumn, do not reveal my wounds and pains. Remember the light of my heart.
Do not quench your thirst with my kisses. Do not be afraid, do not be afraid of me.
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Narîn Yukler 1988
THE WATER FAIRYTALE
Water does not touch the tribes of the desert, the feet move with the hot wind. The bags leave traces from the weight. Slowly slowly the sand tears apart. I stretch my tongue to the back of the copper plate, my hands are two paths for the swallows. My palms immersed in the desert, secrets and prayers are revealed from my face.
I am like a house with crumbled plaster, the wounds on my chest stand like walls. The trees rest on the barren earth, from their weak branches the dust begins. Whichever branch rots, whichever face yellows, I bless it. Saints come to these trees to confess, I kiss them warmly...
