Wind

The wind blows the curtains at my window,
Ruffles up, foams the sea.
Come in wind, gently, free me from my quandary.

You are a stranger here, where are you from?
You look tired, sit down, rest at my bedside,
Tell me how to sough, tell me about love,
Tell me how to sough and to leave,

Tell me so my lips unseal and say I am the wind,
Tell me about the winds, I must sough like you.

İlhan Şeşen (1948-). Rüzgar. Lyrics and Music. Translated from the Turkish.