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