I walk the black deserted earth
and wish for you, Amarillis.
I, a man of education,
want in old shepherd's clothing
to kiss and stroke the earth
I love because you live.
I watch the stars into the night
and wonder for whom they shine.
Will we ever share these summers like heaven,
and in the fall bid shared farewells to the cranes?
I walk the green roads that lead nowhere,
as my heart picks sorrow from the last flowers.
When will stars fall on the sounds of our kissing?
I know that waiting has its own beauty.
It sweetens the fruit of the heart
and makes honey from the worst suffering.
Sonnet by Hasan İzzettin Dinamo
Translated June 1, 2020