for the first time without you, a Sunday in Şehzadebaşı to remain apart now, companion to the drooping cypresses inside me, there is the sorrow of tears flowing for the first time without you

the unfading vitality of the moments we lived, the barrenness of my eyes

my heaven-scented one, bound by the curtains of my eyes even the greenest blue becomes fire, burns my insides did the black lead dissolve, or did it pierce and pass through my heart

look, the moments we lived are reviving, do you see

for the first time I hold on to you, yes, like this, I grow, I flourish your skin bends toward my longing lips, and my soul embraces you, leaning on the truths