A woman who lit the way for centuries Is ready to cry on the shore. Anger on her cheeks, Blood on her skirt, Fallen off her waist Her rainbow. In a sunny clime Skyscraper has closed its curtains. A flag is fluttering In a timeless tempest That sweeps the Asian shores. The tempest began Even before the Books foretold; Stars would fall On a hopeless flag fold.
Translated By Burcu ALKAN