THE GIFTS OF GOD
Come…
the winter nights are coming.
they are frosty …
without a coat of rich furs.
a cold that makes the limbs shiver.
you are the blanket to warm that shivering.
begging for your tenderness.
coughing like crazy
hallucination… mummering that are full of fond
the noise it makes, while being repressed … and weak
it is the painful groan
it gets the ribs into fire like burning wood
it ignites the heart anxiously
for the longing of the containment
I am fed up with repression, and the turns
are grave
your absence has become
a path of loss
do you know ….
my feet tremble
whenever your name is mentioned
a bout of absent-mindedness
sweeps away my thirst
oh, if you only knew ….
I’m exhausted… by you
I got cured by my fusibility
you seep within my pores
so, obediently, I enter
your summer… struggling with your love
my soul is stuck
waiting for your spring
to gather my ripe branches
shaken by the wind
the linden got stripped
facing the raging seasons
got pained by the severeness of loss
the heat of disruption is ongoing
its traps are weak
weaker than the spiderwebs
the balconies of light have been blocked
noise is stressing me out
a scream uproar in my ears
any veils for my youth?
I’m about to fade away
at the peak of longing
the runnels gush forth
filled with the flow of grain
on the chest of yearning
flowers are bloomed by the rain
without sin
so, peaches blossom
on the lips of Jullanar.
(Translated by Enhaa Elias)
Prepared by Angela Kosta, journalist, poet, essayist, publisher, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter
