Bahar Ada Şiirleri - Şair Bahar Ada

My world is spinning around again.
My sun has just risen.

The universe favors the quiet ones—
those who say less:
—“Your coal eyes

Birşeyler ölüyor.
Ayan olmuş Sana da.

Sorma,
Nerede ve kimde,
Ve dahi kiminle.

Ben bir günahın evlâdayım,
Özünde.
Hiç kimse kor ateş değil.

Kimse kimseyi cezalandıramaz,
Doğrudur.

You can't even smoke with a crippled hand.
My lips are blind to my words,
but my gaze—alive, burning quietly from within.
That is to say, I speak with my heart.
So, where are you?

I know.
You don’t love me more than you should,
But exactly as much as is needed.
Just as it should be.
No trouble—
Trouble-free, that is.

I would rest in your embrace,
while you whispered your words in hush.
Tiny syllables would grow inside me,
and I’d spill toward you,
in clusters born from the tongue of night.
I would kiss your eyes,

My feelings are yellow roses,
my joys are thorny.
A smiling yellow sun
on my pink cheeks.

My life is cutlery.

Yanılıyorsun güzel söz,
Derin söz,
Sandığın O değilim!.

Zaman bir ilizyon bende.
Kaçar dururum,