Translated by Feyyaz Kayacan Fergar
The more you look the more the stars multiply,
To count them you'll need more fingers than you have.
Some stars are audible, some are not,
The more you listen, the more you'll find in the night.
Sounds come,
Some come quickly, some take time.
Everything carries a voice of its own,
Even under the cover of darkness
the night keeps its colours going
in the branch of the tree, in the wind,
Every thing has a colour of its own.
He would wait under his closed eyelids.
Extending his leaf-like hands and palms,
he would wait till he could hear
the coming of the green
in the branch of the tree and in the wind.
He would then fall asleep in his dream.
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