A rose had grown on its own on my head. One day it faded away by itself. The fallen leaves are still in my hair,
They planted ivy on me this morning.  
Herbs, shrubs, whatever you are looking for, it has it all. They said, “May it be abundant.” What is more abundant than soil? I was hoping maybe they would plant violets,
They planted ivy on me this morning.  
Even if I don’t like it, it will be good for me. I jump from branch to branch and move my soul around. I will walk away from here and give my hand to the sky.

They planted ivy on me this morning.  
It’s time to leave here. I don’t know if I dream of returning from there. I lived and died, it’s ordinary now. They planted ivy on me this morning.

Kürşad BAYTOK