Over my head are foamy clouds
A sea is within me and out
I am a walnut tree in Gülhane Park
A knotty, slotted, old walnut,
Neither you are aware of this nor are the police.
I am a walnut tree in Gülhane Park,
Neither you are aware of this nor are the police.
I am a walnut tree in Gülhane Park,
Neither you are aware of this nor are the police.
I am a walnut tree in Gülhane Park,
My leaves glisten in the water like the fishes,
my leaves are gauzy like silk handkerchiefs,
Pluck them and wipe away your tears.
My leaves are my hands, I have a hundred thousand,
I touch you and Istanbul with a hundred thousand hands,
My leaves are my eyes, in wonder I look around,
I watch you and Istanbul with a hundred thousand eyes.
My leaves beat like a hundred thousand hearts.