If I cry, would you hear my voice,
In my verses;
Could you touch,
My tears, with your hands?
I didn’t know songs were so pleasant,
And that words so insufficient
Before this pain.
There is a place, I know;
Everything can be said;
I am so close, I hear;
I can’t explain.
Ağlasam sesimi duyar mısınız,
Mısralarımda;
Dokunabilir misiniz,
Gözyaşlarıma, ellerinizle?
Bilmezdim şarkıların bu kadar güzel,
Kelimelerinse kifayetsiz olduğunu
Bu derde düşmeden önce.
Bir yer var, biliyorum;
Her şeyi söylemek mümkün;
Epice yaklaşmışım, duyuyorum;
Anlatamıyorum.
Mum Aleviyle Oynayan Kedinin Öyküsü
There was a burning candle in the room of a house
And there was a cat in that house.
Yapma Çiçekler
A naked woman
Comes from her beauty mountains
Tahir ile Zühre Meselesi
It's not shameful to be Tahir, nor to be Zühre
It's not shameful to die for love either
Nothing caused him as much pain
As his callus caused;
Benimki yalnızca teşhis
For instance at night, around how many stars form a space
For instance here, around how many cities shape a homeland
İstanbul Türküsü
In Istanbul, in Bosphorus
I am a poor Orhan Veli,