This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
If I were still at the beginning of the journey,
Who drew these lines of fatigue on my face?
Which bus, which plane,
Which wind hurled me here?
If I were still at the beginning of the journey,
Why can I see the end of the road?
Why am I breathless,
Why do I feel so tired?
If I were still at the beginning of the journey,
Why are there traces of lightning on me?
Why do I see the clouds descending upon me?
Why have rains fallen upon me,
Why am I soaked, utterly drenched?
Anadolu Ajansı. "Tekirdağ'da dolunay." Accessed September 2, 2026.https://www.aa.com.tr/tr/pg/foto-galeri/202652921520_tekirdagda-dolunay/162454
Cabadak, Gözde. "Daha Yolun Başındaysam." Unpublished, handwritten poem, September 2026.