I am bound to you - Attila İlhan Poem I am bound to you, you cannot know I hold your name in my mind like a nail Your eyes grow bigger and bigger I am bound to you, you cannot know I am warming my inside with you The trees are preparing for autumn Is this city that old İstanbul? The clouds are breaking in the dark Street lamps are suddenly burning Smell of rain on the sidewalks I am bound to you, you are not here To love is sometimes dismally frightening One gets tired suddenly at nightfall Of living a captive at the mouth of a lie Sometimes passion breaks your hands Removes several lives from your life Sometimes whichever door he knocks A wicked humming of loneliness behind it A poor phonograph is playing in Fatih A Friday from the old days is playing If I stop and listen undisturbed in a corner If I bring to you an unused sky The weeks are crumbling in my hands Whatever I do, whatever I hold, wherever I go I am bound to you, you are not here Maybe you are the blue dotted child in June Ah, no one knows you, no one knows A freighter is leaking at your forlorn eyes Maybe you are getting on board at Yeşilköy You are completely soggy, getting the shivers Maybe you are blind, broken, in haste A bad wind is taking your hair away Whenever I think of a life Maybe it is hard on this table of wolves Shameless, but without soiling our hands Whenever I think of a life Saying "be quiet" I am beginning with your name Your secret seas are moving through my inside No, it will not be any other way I am bound to you, you cannot know