what can I do but chase you,
and to not disturb your peace
I try to pace everything.
even after you've disappeared without a trace
I still yearn for your cold but firm embrace
Baba
Artık hidayetini gözetmiyorum.
Eğer bize bu kurtuluşu bahşetmeyeceksen
O halde biz de, kendi ellerimizle,
Dünyanın üzerinde,
Kendi cennetimizi yaratırız.
Yegane varoluşumuzun sınanmak ve direnmekten ibaret olduğunu mu söylüyorsun?
Cennetteki babamız!
Bu adamın ruhu onun için hazırladığın imtihanlarla kurtulamaz.
Have you seen the grinning mouths and the rest of the limbs lying casually about? If you have seen those things, then in them you have seen yourself...
Are you not ashamed, you little clay doll, soon to be dust, blown up like a bubble with your own momentary puff, full of pride, all swollen with inflamed delusion and inflating your mind with empty conceit?
Have you not seen in the burial ground the mysteries of our existence? Have you not seen the heap of bones piled on each other, skulls stripped of flesh, staring fearsome and horrible from empty eye-sockets?