If your eyes dive into an empty page,
Let the pen touch the paper,
And write to me…
Not to fill emptiness,
But if you’re going to write, write like a man.
If you’re going to endulge in a love, write.
If you’re going to forget sorrow and immerse in joy, write…
Silence is a cruelty to the lover,
If you have no words to say about love,
Diving into sadness, escaping from the body,
If your melancholic tales are to pass into the soul;
Without leaving mourning,
Without caring for the treachery of fate,
If you’re going to write, write like a man…
As if, you’ve given up on life,
As if, you’ve surrendered to death,
As if, you’ve submitted to fate,
As if you’ve buried loneliness in grief, write…
Like a sweat drop on the skin,
Resonating through the heart,
Like thunder,
If it’s about love, and you’re involved in love, write.
Like a drop of honey,
Like tears streaming from your eyes,
Like the scent of a newborn baby, write…
As if, you’re in love,
As if, there’s no separation,
As if you’re actually a man, write…
As if, there is love,
As if, exile is just a joke,
As if my existence is my soul, write…
As if nothing has happened,
As if, I actually don’t exist,
Like a foolish lover, write…
Beril Yabar
