All lovers gather in the squares
The statues there tell of loneliness
Day by day, they grow old
Love, however, is always renewed
Fresh flowers are planted every season
The city’s pulse is here
Kadıköy, Taksim, Eminönü steep in songs
From the ferry at 9 a.m.
At 5, you step off
to the sound of gulls
Lovers are watched as they reunite
A mist in my eyes
How does your love
fade from my heart?
Beril YABAR
