Sit so the chair remembers
That it's a chair.
The table might forget its tableness too,
Unless you lay your hand upon it
Don’t ever draw away your gaze.
Or the pitcher will be left without water.
What you call glass
Only becomes one when your lips touch it.
Mezes don't know their colors, their flavors,
Unless you touch them with your fork.
Have you noticed? ...
Translated by: Mehmet Barın Erturan
Click for the original text