The Sky Wept All Day Long

The day the baby is born
it closes its eyes
to hear its own voice.

Then loneliness sets in,
the cliff, the sea builds up
over its inner world
and swallows its loved ones.

When fire touches its small fingers
and the mother kisses burnt fingers,
the child recognizes love.

By Ali F. Bilir
Translated by M. Ali Sulutas
Edited in English by Susan Bright