| Bahtiyar Hidayet |
Your eyes, too,
Could be sorrowful;
your eyes no longer devour people,
your eyes are fasting,
your eyes have become devout.
On your chest are twin minarets,
your chest has also become devout.
Your feet—angels on shoulders,
and under your feet is paradise;
from head to toe
you are a believer.
But your bottle-shaped legs
prove that you are truly like wine—
as years pass, your effect grows.
Both believer and infidel—
is this a new kind of transness?
