Whenever living comes to mind;
Though it’s hard, upon the harsh sonder where wolves wander.
In all shameless pride, yet without soiling our hands in kind.
And yet, whenever living comes to mind;
Over yonder in my surrept silence, your name I ponder.
Surging from what comes of that secret tide;
No! Don’t bother, It’s not but any other.
You know, but to you, I am bound.
By: Atilla İlhan
Translation of original in Turkish: Ben Sana Mecburum