Like Kerem!

Air is heavy as lead.
I cry
       cry
            cry
                 I’m crying.
Run
       to melt
            the lead
I’m
      crying.

He says to me,
“Heey! Your voice may turn you to ash
           like Kerem
                       burning
                                   burning
                                               burning.

Suf-
      fering
            plenty,
      fellow
            suffer-
                      ers
                         none.

Ears
   of
       hearts
are deaf.
Air is heavy as lead.”
I say to him,
           “May that I turn
                                  to ash
                                           like Kerem
                                                           burning
                                                                        burning.
           
If I don’t burn
   if you don’t burn
      if we don’t burn
   how will darkness
         ever turn
            into light?”
Air is pregnant as the soil,
air is heavy as lead.
      I cry
      cry
      I’m crying.
Run,
      I’m calling you
to melt
      this lead
                  this lead
                              this lead...

Tr. from the Turkish by Taner Baybars