With my decreasing points,
I got older hidden from you
First of all, love was a previous promise for meDay, month, hour, week; in a calendar time, I mean.
As long as taking the curves, nothing changed
I only renewed the horizons.
How many pieces was love something made of?
I got older more and more with every lover
Hidden from you.
Sizden Saklı - şiir çevirisi
Original poem: MURATHAN MUNGANTranslated by Sihirli Yazılar