THE YELLOW HEAT
My breath is a red bird 
In the fair-brown of your hair, 
As I embrace you 
Your legs grow long endlessly. 

My breath is a red horse, 
The burning on my cheeks tell me; 
We are alone, our nights short, 
Let us make love at full tilt.

Cemal SÜREYA

Çeviri: Murat NEMET - NEJAT