LEYLA IŞIK

LEYLA IŞIK

AS THE RAINS WERE WIPING

Last night, stars

Suddenly slipped down from my hands

You were like an old photograph,

While my dreams, caught in a wind,

Were getting scattered.

Neither your hair was smelling like cloves

Nor your hands were honeysuckles...

You were an ivy unwinding daunted

By the ever blooming white rose. . .

My heart was broken

As the untimely rains were wiping

You off my eyes. . .

Leyla IŞIK

TRANSLATED BY BAKI YIĞIT

IF LIVING IS A LOVE SAYING

WITHOUT A POINT…

Neither mornings are tired

Nor birds Nor screams in deep oceans are silent.

It's my heart which feels tired,

While there are many things that make my heart heavier,

Heart stops speaking beyond silenced tongue, beloved

Heart is buried far away In the land of impossible loving.

Even if it pours down,

Even if a sere leaf falls off its branch,

It's time for me

To answer by keeping silent.

Even if I stop speaking, my eyes say.

“If living is a love saying without a point... “

Leyla Işık

TRANSLATED BY BAKI YIĞIT

PETRA’ S SLOW KISSES

A phaeton is passing at the midpoint of the age.

It’s wheels are turning like he moment.”

My soul is on the travel to future ages and redness of the Sun.

The wind is blowing its magic pipe

At antique PETRA which is THAMUD’s lost city

while the history is meeting at its dusty rose rockies.

Becoming a bird I am winging to the furthest of furthermost;

Winging by suffering from manifold of difficulties,

but also in expectations.

The altars and also gigantic temples

Devoted to God Dusara

Welcome me at the structure of velvety rockies…

While Al-Khazneh was hidden in the rocks

İt awakened after hundreds of years

When traveler Jahann Burckhardt comes.

Just to defy The Sun that

The soil touches to water

by the fact that rare rain glides and leaks into desert sands.

A branch shoots up into its greenery.

Leaf smiles to light…

Vermilion deliberate horses rear up to their uninterrupted depeats…

Nebateans’ tears glide from temple eaves…

Water gets dirty.

Stone sculpture glances

Transform into centuries in the dreams of Bedouin children…

Sunsets that naked for mystery time

İn the buried treasure of suffered sorrows

Stretch to As-Siq from the blue of the sky.

Petra’s slow kisses turn into golden yellow from red

while saying farewell to the antique city.

Leyla Işık

TRANSLATED BY ALI OSMAN TEZCAN

LEYLA IŞIK