I've Seen Your Pictures A Few Times In B ...

I've seen your pictures a few times in black and white,
Even though I can't see you up close.

I heard the meth,
Poets speak of her beauty in dusty books,
Generous but merciless,
You didn't put anyone in the open,
Now three bricks and five boards,
Angle thirsty is in the bosom of ten million bed bugs.

Didn't I just sit against the Bosphorus,
By stepping on one's feet and watching the sea,
Drink the raki without spitting in or out.

Didn't I eat fish and bread on the bridge?
If I had passed, I would have shared my bagel with the seagulls.
Although I did not see their masters before me,
Mosques, courtyards, palaces,
Even though I couldn't touch the colors of history,
Hot, cold, I heard the praise, the next...
In spring festivals full of squares.

They loved you, my beautiful,
Poets, in their dreams, with their eyes closed,
Towards the Bosphorus as a ferry passes by,
The beloved inside, who dreams of a handkerchief in his hand,
I don't know how seagulls sing,
From the dreams you plunged to wake.

I will say, even if you tear yourself,
Even if you repent a thousand times,
Even if two people come together,
It's no use, it's not worth it, my city with a lot of hills.

You, you're done, you're done, you've lost
In 1453, with the conquest of Fatih.