Aysel by Atilla Ilhan

Aysel I’m not the one for you,

My death will be sudden, I can feel

Also I’m up to no good, I’m dark, and I’m a little ugly even

Aysel, go away I’m in no mood…

You can’t walk around with me in my rain,

You’ll get cold.

My nights will blow you away my blond

If you sleep my sleep you will be afraid

You can’t live my minutes

Aysel go away I’m not for you.

Don’t darken your beautiful light for me

I’m bad, I’m dark, and I’m a little ugly even

If you tried my whistle, you would drop it

My eyes will disrupt your calm and force you to hurry up

My trains will take you to the wrong cities

You will either be good at dying or

You’ll get used to filling your heart with fear

My sorrows will be too much for you

My happiness will not be the same as your happiness

Aysel go away, I’m not for you…

Try to understand me, at least my desperation

I told you, I’m bad, I’m dark, and I’m a little ugly even.

When I’m happy you’ll be sad;

You haven’t heard the autumn thunder,

No ship has left you, anchoring away from your heart

To the far ports of the loneliness…

I’m a dissident, the world is wide

My ears are ringing

My difficult journey is certain

Don’t think it is something else

Aysel, go away, I’m, not for you

I know mine would be a sudden death

I’m bad, I’m dark, and I’m ugly even.

Aysel go away; I love you…

by Atilla Ilhan

Translated by Elif Mat Erkmen