What if i say

What if i say, it is an April evening in the time,

A most spacious wind is blowing from you,

I am watching the bluest of the seas in you,

And, I am wandering the deepest forests in you.

I have picked off the flowers from you, never wither,

I have harvested the soil on you, blessed.

And, i have tasted every kind of fruit in you.

What if i say, for me; you are,

Something needed like air,

Sacred like bread,

And venerable like water

You are a blessing... You are a blessing...

What if i say,

Believe me, my dear, believe me,

You are the rejoice in my home, spring in my garden,

the oldest wine on my table.

I am living in you,

You are prevailing in me.

Leave me to say your beauty,

Together with winds, rivers and birds.

Many days later, one day

If you cannot hear my voice,

From the voice of the winds, rivers and birds,

You'll know that I am dead.

But still, don’t grieve, 

In the grave, I’ll tell about your beauty to the tranquility.   

And later

When you hear my voice once again in the skies,

Just know, it is the last judgment day.

I am just out there in the crowd

Looking for you…

Cahit Sitki Taranci

It is a Turkish poem called "Desem ki"  from Cahit Sitki Taranci. (English translation by Emre and me.)