She was drinking Chinese tea from a Chinese bowl.
I saw the beautiful eyes of a bird of prey. I looked
At her blood red, pure jewel like nails.
Every ornament, every colour, sparkling stone, harmonizing lace …
And the allure of the silk she wore,
First fragrance, then full essence.
If again I could fly to love, O beloved Istanbul!
With, in you, many nights of endless pleasure…
And close thereby this beautiful page of life.
An adventure was about to start. But, I thought to myself:
“ My heart is not strong enough, and this feeling too long would last…
I should depart before the adventure can start.”
Yahya Kemal Beyatlı (1884-1958). Ricat. Translated from the Turkish.