Don’t ask me who I am
Whence I came from
Which days the red clouds
In my eyes are from, don’t ask.

Inexplicable things
May indeed have occurred in the days begone
I may have eaten the grapes
I stole from the vineyards
Leaning against the bosom of the blue sky.

Don’t ask me who I am
What my job is, how old I am
Just say “Do you love me?”
And ask no more.

translated by Gül Erçetin & Suat Karantay