spumous clouds are over my head,
sea is within and out of me.
I'm a walnut tree in the Gülhane Park*,
knotty and slotted,
an old welnut...
neither you aware of this nor the police.
I'm a walnut tree in the Gülhane Park,
neither you aware of this nor the police.
I'm a walnut tree in the Gülhane Park.
my leaves glint in the water like the fishes.
my leaves are gauzily like the silky hankies.
pluck them, my rose, wipe your tears with them.
my leaves are my hands, I have exactly one hundred hands,
I touch you, touch Istanbul with one hundred hands.
my leaves are my eyes, I look around amazedly,
I watch you, watch Istanbul with one hundred eyes.
my leaves beat as if they were one hundred hearts.