Fahriye Sister, What A Miserable Neighbo ...

From travel, vanished into secrecy,
She's planting roses on high-five oil cans on the balcony,
Disreputable, in the offering of tobacco,
Five kilometers from the sea, their house.

In our borders, but in Antalya,
Even if it took the trouble of a ferry, she had not even seen the islands.
She is a eulogy collector, in laundry,
Cheer champion, imambayildi.

In newspaper serials, she reads poetry,
She doesn't know, but Ahmet Muhip,
Fahriye sister, what a miserable neighbor you were.