Umut [English translation]

At the end of the all of the good books

At the end of the every daytime and night

There is a new inception

That its breeze blows from you

And its heart belongs to you.

If you touch the apple you'll understand its colour

When you see the apple

You will hear voice of it

If you hear it, you will have its round.

There is a new meaning in every inception.

Even if a causeless child weeping

Is the inception of a -far away- smile