March Triology Şiiri - Abdulkadir Polat

Çev.: Serap Canbek

Me settled down in blues (grief) tonight
Or the music is prone to tristesse
Can’t get why do sparrows swarm?
On pieces of smiles on my face.

Me settled down in blues tonight
Or the music is prone to tristesse
Can’t get why my aching heart
intersects with player’s touches?
On piano keys and violin’s strings

I settled down in blues tonight
Got that the music is prone to tristesse
While violin’s horsehair bow moves
Around the strings, cats made love
On my chest at the evening of an exile.