Come with me
Come, let us go together,
to the mountains, the cherry trees.
How could I say these words
to the lover of another?
I have pruned the pine
I have made it small.
I wish a love like this
back to the hell it came from.
Who cuts the alder tree
down from its hill?
Who would feel such shame
because of their beloved?
I went to the water's bed
and wept for my weeping.
It is good to be in love,
and I am just beginning.
Translated August 20, 2020
lara arikan