HASTY GRASSES, BY BARBAROS İRDELMEN

When we rise to the realm of God
There will be questioning of money, wealth—
Were they pure or tainted?
The angels will ask:
“Did you love God?
Did you love humanity?
Did you love animals?
How many trees did you plant?
How many flowers did you water?”
While chatting with the angel
A demon will barge in, interrupting—
“Did you steal from those who chose you?
Or… did you drink alcohol?
Whom did you shoot at?
How many infants did you kill?”
It will ruin the mood,
Turn everything upside down.
“Did you commit genocide?”
The demon will shout loudly.
“Did you truly worship?”
—pointing toward God.
If only the grass
weren’t in such a hurry
to spread over us…
The questions are simple—
The answers, quite easy.