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In the name of

ISTANBUL...

"I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed: 

  At first there is a gentle breeze 

   And the leaves on the trees

    Softly sway; 

     Out there, far away,

      The bells of water-carriers unceasingly ring;

        I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed."

"...

   Then suddenly birds fly by,

     Flocks of birds, high up, with a hue and cry,

       While the nets are drawn in the fishing grounds

         And a woman's feet begin to dabble in the water.

I am Iistening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed. "

"I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

   The Grand Bazaar's serene and cool,

     An uproar at the hub of the Market,

       Mosque yards are full of pigeons.

         While hammers bang and clang at the docks

           Spring winds bear the smell of sweat; 

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed."

"I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

   A bird flutters round your skirt;

     On your brow, is there sweat? Or not? I know.

       Are your lips wet? Or not? I know.

         A silver moon rises beyond the pine trees:

           I can sense it all in your heart's throbbing.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed. "

Orhan Veli

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