NO SOLUTION

        Wherever rain falls on the desert
         My hair gets drenched all alone
        Like those nights of utter quiet
              Modern vehicles halt
              And the tumult ends
          Foreign violets bloom there
                   Water.

                   Mutable
              In its monotony
            Constant down the ages
      Night transforms itself into morning
                And beyond
         Takes on a season's pectrum.
 
     It perpetuates its secret with such ease
           From chaos to eternity
           Evolving-that is to say,
           well-it's a bit obscure:
      What sage could solve it for certain?
 
      Yes which sage can solve it with precision
          Sometimes a polyphonic melody
            Sometimes a dot or a dash
             "To be or not to be..."
 

                Turkan Ildeniz
 
       Translated by Talat Sait Halman (1982)