FROM ANOTHER HILL

FROM ANOTHER HILL

I looked at you from another hill dear Istanbul!

I know you like back of my hand, and love you dearly.

Come, come and sit on my heart's throne as long as I live

Just to love a distict of yours is worth a whole life.

 

There are many flourishing cities in the world.

But you're the only one who creates enchanting beauty.

I say, he who has lived happily, in the longest dream,

Is He who spent his life in you died in you, and was buried in you.