My words touched everything
or I wrote of everything that touched me
except of you Istanbul, I never did
you, you the master of rhymes
As Bosphorus’s liquid seeped from the pencil of poets
I feared to be called a poet
Hadi sende vur
Adettendir,seven vurulur
Sevilenindir gurur
Sevgi dolu dizgin
Sevgi içten
Sevgi savunmasız
Devamını Oku
Adettendir,seven vurulur
Sevilenindir gurur
Sevgi dolu dizgin
Sevgi içten
Sevgi savunmasız