VERTIGO

From a sea in bloom everything will burst
One day and be a forest.
From now on what you'll see is the soft hour
Of birds on the branches where they rest.
Wait for the god who waits around:
On blooded-red pines, the sun
Will claw till the great night comes on.

One day, all will be sound, such sound
As travels from star to cloud and to star from earthly things,
So its ellipse will spread with resounding chimes.
While you eye these rings,
Wait for the voice among voices to rebound.
Passing through organ-music, the hair-winged moon
Will come out quite soon.

I have lived in the wind.
Vertigo turned into lonely day. Alone,
My prophets were far-off rocks.
Neither forest nor sound, all by myself, windblown
Rain comforts the soul.
If not, godlike we must wait around
To hear a voice or any sound.

Melih Cevdet Anday
Translated by Talat Sait Halman (Talisman, 1991(Spring 6))