Dilemma. Şiiri - Ahmet Cemil Atay

The dream of joining shattered glass particles is just the reality of this rebellious existence.
To understand, though, is that you do not care if your poison has leaked into the veins.
Like the way the sculptor gives a mud, we have the puppet presence and the ruling of the quadrant.
Sand storms in the whisper of the devil, and rotten curses in the temples as if worshippers.

They play in the hidden eyes and in the depths of silent and dark spirits.
Life, wars, deaths and thoughts on the lines of the scripture are the tides.
The wind tries to breathe in a wild storm which roles in hard times.
The old man is only in the presence of himself and the role of the man in the ends.

It is neither a smile nor a lie to those who run into a concealed coffin.
Nor is the illusion sipped in the taste of eternity syrup.
The thin walls of the entity are near to woven with cells from the dilemmas between.
It is a necessity to cling tightly to a dream from fire and tars who in the thoughts grow up

The burden of his ignorance, his oppression of being,
The only truth of existence, which tends to worship stone to the earth, and toss the burden to the place and to the chest.
A melody of the devil, a bowl, a moment of pleasure and sincerity of lust is only singing,
The unforgivable insurrection that cannot and cannot obey and never to not know the rest.