ONE BEING WAITED FOR

No any patient waits the morning,
Neither a grave a fresh corpse.
Nor the devil, a sin,
As much as I have waited for you.

It's over, I don't want you to come,
In your absence, I found you;
Leave your shadow in my illusion,
Don't come, what is the good of it any more?

            Necip Fazıl KISAKÜREK [*]

 

[*] Turkish poet