When the world drifts away from our eyes
Say, on one of a thousand nights
There begins a dream within a dream
I watch you with a hundred thousand eyes, Istanbul
My leaves flutter and beat like a hundred thousand hearts
A steamer's hoot, leaving the pier
Echoes from within the Bosphorus
Still on the blue waters appears
The Maiden's Tower white as white
In colours bearing the beloved's taste
in our heart  a tile from Kütahya,
a carpet from Isparta
It seems I'm at the spring of a miracle
Time in Bursa, a crystal chandelier
Of running fountains, fluttering wings
Uludağ's skirts this evening are of crimson silk 
The domes cast their shadow on the green plain
It's spring
We wake up listening to a garden
that solitary
The wisteria vine in full blossom  
Fruit reddening on the bough
I'm local.Like a slice of Trabzon cheese
A tuft of mohair A pinch of rye  A handful of Şile cotton
Teal-green forests billowing in the wind
Wheat blonde harvests facing the village
Each evening with you  A green olive
A bit of blue sea   Lure me.
Now we break up a pigeon's flight
Across the illustrious blue of the sky
Kids with their fishing rods in quest of a smile from the sea
I recalled Borges's dreamlike tale
one morning, by the Aegean
See there on the shores
one by one waves start blue
then spread purple across the seas
Facing a sea of sparkling waves
Laid-back in knee-deep waters
I smile at you all in good will.
