Walking After You

Colorful horizons of love, we passed in-through,
Guide me to the final destination, after you…
Maybe one span, maybe one step forward,
To the caravan of the saints, walking after you…

When I realized of, what was happening,
Breaking iron chains of need and the lust,
Found the key opening to the rose garden,
Of that holy place, coming after you…

One red rose from garden of poet Baki,
One sip from secret flagon of servant Saki,
One word from Sufi, oh Mevlana Rumi,
It is to go real, mature after you…

Faith keeps me hopeful in this holy march,
With one dropp from patience of Buddha,
No lies, no hatred, no arrogance at all,
Eternal peace I know, waiting after you…

I am drunk with you, not with the grape,
Such a perfect delight, like a Saint’s fate,
As I sentenced a life in this dungeon cage,
Tell me, who burnt his soul this much after you?

Ankara-2007