I S T A N B U L

A room in the house, Istanbul in the room
A mirror in the room, Istanbul in the mirror
The man lit his cigarette, an Istanbul smoke
The woman opened her purse, Istanbul in the purse
The child cast a fishing line, I saw,
And he started to draw it, Istanbul on the line
What kind of water is this, what kind of Istanbul
Istanbul in the bottle, Istanbul on the table
It walks with us, stops with us, we are puzzled
She is on one side, I am on the other, Istanbul in the middle
Once you fall in love, I understand
Wherever you go, there you see Istanbul.

Ümit Yaşar Oğuzcan