The history has eyes, holes on the walls;
Cypress, the graceful cypress, curtain to afterlife…
Curveted on cloud, the gray horse from the time of Fatih;
Domes of diamonds, perhaps one billion carat…
Minaret rises through the sky like the index finger;
The same meaning in every decoration: We will die, can it be helped?
Death more alive than life, mercy more overwhelming than sin;