This article was automatically translated from the original Turkish version.
The rocks to which we entrusted the ibibik birds,
The arms that carried me on their back and wrapped around me,
Memories spill one by one from your temples,
In these years without you, my longing grows within me.
Now a white stone stands beneath me,
Whatever I say falls silently from my tongue,
I know my prayers reach you each evening,
You left us here before this white marble.
