Category «Life»

Çaşkada çäy

Çaşkada çäy
eçüçelär kötä.
Telem peşte.
Tea in the cup
is waiting for a drinker.
I burned my tongue.

Diñgez çakıra.
Tirän çuması kilä.
Vakıt äzäyä.
The sea is calling.
I wish to dive deep.
Time is running out.

Kübäläkneñ kanatları
ike yöräk kebek.
İkese dä yırtılgan
The butterfly’s wings
look to me like two hearts.
Both have been torn.

town park
finding the last flower
a bee

car will not start
and snow on hood and roof
I need springtime

edgy folks around
become easily angry
at the smallest thing

always in motion
talking to everybody
why should I do that?

summer guests come
to grill sausages and ribs
smoke in eyes

summer and hay
blue sky and green lawn
enjoy nothing

fossilized insect
or animal in stones
tell another time

eleven cups of tea
every day year in, year out
I never get bored

breakfast on the balcony
maple has its bright new coat
I enjoy the morning cool