Rain was falling on the pavements of Paris; I was thinking of you by my window! (It could have been our window!) The thought of you not liking the rain came to mind. Perhaps even the clouds remembered That you were sad in the rain that, Suddenly, the downpour stopped; The sun came out. I don't know if your face lit up, From your window in Istanbul.
Translated by: Mehmet Barın Erturan
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