We present this work in honor of the 90th anniversary of the poet’s death.

 

Deep down, the night has massed again
My darling smiles in her wonted place
My darling who doesn’t come by day
Appears at night by the pool.

The moonlight a sash for her waist
The heavens her secret veil
The stars roses in her hand.

Translation by Murat Nemet Nejat