Along the night, a thin white shawl
Surrounded every remote nook and cranny of the city.
One might think it is the hungry jackals climbing down the mountains
That filled the streets of Istanbul quietly.
Going aside along with the dawning sun.
The heritage it left for the city is a veil wafer-thin.
Also the lover of the green leaves
Worth-drinking serene , moon nymph, water drop.
The white ship at the Kasımpasa dock,
With the seagulls tired of the foggy night at her deck,
Hosting the proletarians of the foggy city,
With their faces ladened of the sunny day passion.
The morning sun of the city awakens life
The Galata Tower at the hill is raising its head
Clunky and proud Golden Horn Bridges are stretching
Fatih Mosque is seeing off the Muslims.
Photograpie : Çetin Bayramoğlu