LEYLA IŞIK

LEYLA IŞIK

FROM MY LIPS TO MY TOES…

The blaze of the evening on the windows. . .

When you took me into your arms with passion

My hands used to behave childishly in your hands,

And all the stars in the sky

Used to come down into my eyes. . .

In those nights we breathlessly experienced,

The moonlight

Used to hold on to the hair of the curtains.

You were fireflies coming down with their torches

From my lips. . . to my toes. . .

As if mountains have bent over their foot slopes

And kissed wild flowers. . .

You were

The most beautiful hours of the day.

LEYLA IŞIK

TO SHARE WITH YOU

I want to run

In the country side like idle free mares,

And to brim over as the last drop that fills the tumbler.

I want to climb the highest hill,

And turn my back on the city,

And shout to my heart's content

Towards the rising sun.

I want to be like water drops,

And cut loose from all pressures,

And break the cage.

I want to say hello

To grief and unending longings,

And console myself in your arms every night,

And share

The most beautiful feelings with you.

Leyla IŞIK

SİNCE YOU DID NOT COME

I tirelessly waited for you on this beach every evening

The clouds soaringly left the welkin

The oleanders wilted and their pinks felt sad

The corners of my heart remained desolate

Since you did not come…

Without you the sea became turbulent, and the waves got foamed out of their grief

The darkness angrily spreaded its skirt and covered everywhere

Feeling tired, the seagulls in the sky do not want to fly

The sea, the beach and my loving heart are all sad,

Since you did not come...

The winds are sighing, it's the sad evening descending

The lights that go down to the sea are un amusedly sparkling

The flowers are faded, the leaves fell off the weeping willow

The blues and the greens are all offended by you

Since you did not come...

TRANSLATER  BY BAKI YIĞIT

LEYLA IŞIK