时间: 2021-10-02 09:40:32 | 作者:WhichSeason | 来源: 喜蛋文章网 | 编辑: admin | 阅读: 92次
Like they melted my soul and frost it in a castAnd placed it on land as İstanbulIs something fumes in me, air, color, affection, climateIs my darling that went beyond time and spaceIts flowers are golden stars, Its water is shinyMoon and Sun are two Istanbulian from immemorial timesSea and soil, achieves a meet only in itAnd dreams achieves an example in it, in it
İstanbul, my precious oneMy country, ah my countryİstanbul,İstanbul….
History’s eyes there, holes on bulwarksRedwood, shapely redwood, curtain to afterlifeCurveted on cloud, the greyish horse dating from Fatih (Sultan Mehmed II)Domes made of diamonds, maybe 1 billion caratMinaret through skies is index fingerSame meaning in every decoration; We will die, no way?Death is more alive than life, mercy more dominant than sinWhile Beyoğlu stomps, cries Karaca Ahmet
Find that meaning, ah find !Only find in İstanbul!İstanbul,İstanbul…
Bosphorus is a silver brazier, boils the coolnessIn Çamlıca, lies on floor, the deepness of skiesPlayful waters are guests of the ground floor of waterfrontChrestfallen about new world, old ambassador in PictureEverynight fire breaks out from windows in ÜsküdarHaunted hardwood mansion, big as a city…Some sound, i don’t know if its like tambour or its like luteCauses my clerk groan in rooms that have a bay window
Its woman is like sharp knifeWarm as fresh bloodİstanbul,İstanbul…
Time makes a gergef on seven hillsSeven colours, countless appearances from seven soundEyüp is orphan, Kadıköy* is decorated, Moda* snippyWind in island, is cause of flying skirtsEverytime in break of day, arrows darts from bowsScreams still come from Topkapı palaceNo lover exists as mother, no land as İstanbulNot only laughing one even the crying one is fortunate..
Its night smells lillianIts Turkish senses nightingaleİstanbul,İstanbul…
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