My hands have a gift for art, Master
My language for cursing, my heart for pain
Is death all I get
All I get, Master?
Which way is love, Master
Which way is grief
Is solitude all I get
All I get, Master?
Which way is away, Master
Which way is home
Is longing all I get
All I get, Master?
translated by Şehnaz Tahir-Gürçağlar
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