Unwritten Calendars Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

The September reunion hidden in unwritten calendars,
You have become abra, in my life pan.
The mountain walked, the water slept; unbalanced needle,
Without you, the death sentence of my hopes...

I'm helpless like a leaf plucked from its branch,
She's as nervous as a bullet in a barrel.
Your carefree departure reminds sunflowers,
Without you, the death sentence of my hopes...