Friend, you’re not the guilty one,
The guilty ones are the evenings.
See how they drag you down into this obscurity..
Trouble not yourself,
Everyday’s "Love’s Labour Lost"
Vanishes away.
Your eyes have learned
The meaning of love anyway,
Learn how not to remember
Every point of suffering.

Remember not those eyes. Those eyes
Have gone, and they’ve enticed you into smoky cafés.
Don’t go and believe
Your eyes, they're just not
As sharp as they used to be.
Friend, because you aren’t the guilty one,
The guilty ones are hopes,
Leaving you to the shadows.

So what’s the use of fussing?
If they’ve never understood
The poems your own darkening eyes
Have forgotten.

You’re alone in an unknown beyond,
Your eyes are alone as well.
You’re not guilty, friend.
The guilty ones are hopes,
Leaving you alone in darkness.

- Üzeyir Lokman Çayci 
Mantes-la-Ville, Yvelines, France.