
His works
- Beyaz Usta Siyah Çırak / White Master Black Novice
- Kerime / Daughter
- Son Hasat / Last Harvest
- Aşk Cephesi / Love Front
- Aşk Çölü / Love Wilderness
- Kanaviçe / Canvas
- Kara Güneş / The Black Sun
- Tahta At / Wooden Horse
O love
My moon stone
My tears
I became rose on your lips
I am the candle you lit
Your blown wind
Your breath
My breath
I cannot touch your reflection
For fear of spoiling the consequence
I cannot drift into sleep
All of them are gone for a campaign
I cannot give away the secret
The spell might be broken
The essence of this world
Burns in the coldness of the universe
This is exactly so; I am as cold as ice inside flames
Within embers
A touch of ice
Your light flowed in
It emblazed all ashes
Inside my burnt and cracked body
Humans cannot set the time
Humans cannot vanish without a trace in the universe
Like an ox exposed to dry cold on the street corners
I look for a warm nest
So much helpless
So much disturbed
I search for a dervish as if being in mother’s womb
My life in the color of love has gone
My life has gone, another life arrived
I supposed the sky as being the housetop
I thought the earth was a mattress
I have been gazing at
Love is on my lips
O love, I surrender