Black Locks
30 April 2008 | Mehmet Erdogan | Issue 63 (May - June 2008)
You shot me in the heart, set me on fire,
The only rose of my fate, sweet musk-scented hair
My enshrouding sphere, You bestow abundantly,
Wings of the angel lay down for you on the way to the Lote-tree.1
The Station of Two-Bows’ Length, the highest peak of all,
You are the breath of the origin…