POEM OF THE HOLY BLUE CHILD
Your hands ascended
up to the center of the sky
On the farm field
Whose glance nailed down
To the soil of the Earth
He was unaware as he waited
And they were unaware either
 
Is it that waters have noticed
Or mountains have felt
Or a flower all of a sudden
 
One day
Any random moment
But a steel moment
As with everything
All of them raised their heads
And immediately shadow of their hands
fell on their faces
 
It was chaotic, ambiguous and prolonged
And the shadow of an eagle passed
Over the feet of Zoroaster
Translated from the Turkish by Sukru Kaya