I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
At first there blows a gentle breeze
And the leaves on the trees
Softly flutter or sway;
Out there, far away,
The bells of water carriers incessantly ring;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Then suddenly birds fly by,
Flocks of birds, high up, in a hue and cry
While nets are drawn in the fishing grounds
And a woman's feet begin to dabble in the water.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
The Grand Bazaar is serene and cool,
A hubbub at the hub of the market,
Mosque yards are brimful of pigeons,
At the docks while hammers bang and clang
Spring winds bear the smell of sweat;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Still giddy since bygone bacchanals,
A seaside mansion with dingy boathouses is fast asleep,
Amid the din and drone of southern winds, reposed,
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
Now a dainty girl walks by on the sidewalk:
Cusswords, tunes and songs, malapert remarks;
Something falls on the ground out of her hand,
It's a rose I guess.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
A bird flutters round your skirt;
I know your brow is moist with sweat
And your lips are wet.
A silver moon rises beyond the pine trees:
I can sense it all in your heart's throbbing.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
Orhan Veli Kanık
River, meets the sea
You, the river, that how many dawns break
That flow to my love seas
You a little light, alittle talisman, a little magic
You, the poem that I could not finish for years
Always a rose opens in your hands, pink
You, the breathing of the purest beauty
Your eyes up there in the sky that shines?
Just like a sun rises in the night
Whenever I think of you, how beautiful to live
Into a spring garden, turns, autumn gardens
Even in the darkest darknesses a hand reaches
The curtains open itself to the morning
If you are here, birds are happy on trees
All the flowers have different color, smell differently
It is so real that you exist
Your beauty hits my shores wave by wave
If I hold your hand, the pleasure makes my inside feel weird
I feel dizzy when your eyes touches to mines
Your smile is the only thing remained from a summer
Your absence is that too, whatever death...
You, the one that flowers grow where you step
Always the most beautiful, unique in everywhere
You the leaf, the bubble, you the feather...
You the big sea that my love rivers flow
Ümit Yaşar Oğuzcan
Grand Bazaar Nargile
Teşekkur ederim... Gulé gulé
In the Heart
In the Wings
In the Hand
In the Neck
In the Laugh
In the Tongue
Garden of Eden