NO SOLUTION

Wherever rain falls on the desert
My hair gets drenched all alone
Like those nights of utter quiet
Modern vehicles halt
And the tumult ends
Foreign violets bloom there
Water.

Mutable
In its monotony
Constant down the ages
Night transforms itself into morning
And beyond
Takes on a season's pectrum.

It perpetuates its secret with such ease
From chaos to eternity
Evolving-that is to say,
well-it's a bit obscure:
What sage could solve it for certain?

Yes which sage can solve it with precision
Sometimes a polyphonic melody
Sometimes a dot or a dash
"To be or not to be..."


~ Turkan Ildeniz ~

Translated by Talat Sait Halman (1982)