Slowly you will climb these stairs
At your feet a pile of sun coloured leaves
And for a while, you will look at the sky; crying…
The waters have turned pale… the colour of your face is fading
Watch the red skies, evening is arriving…
Bent toward the earth, roses are endlessly bleeding
Like flames on branches, nightingales in blood are standing
Are the waters on fire? Why is marble like bronze?
With this secret language the soul is filling
Watch the red skies; evening is arriving…
Ahmet Haşim (1885-1933). Merdiven. Translated from the Turkish.