Thanks AlphaF! I already thought I had read something alike before. I read a few of his pieces in a collection, I recalled it when you wrote Ahmed Arif´s name.

Just when i thought that my boy had a very romantic moment to express his love to me by himself..i find out that this messagge wasn´t his

Anyway, the intention is what matters Thanks a lot AlphaF, and to everyone who find the time to translate itYou all are the best

This poem, though it ends up in an expression of longing for the loved one, does not relate to a romantic moment.

It describes a night, one of the endless miserable nights, in jail.

NOTE: While in Turkia, stay cool. Avoid Turkish jails. They will not let you sing "Jailhoüse Rock" in a Turkish jail.

Ahmed Arif (1927 Diyarbakır -1991) was a Turkish poet of Turkish-Kurdish origin.

Ahmed Arif has studied philosophy at Ankara University. He has been arrested on political grounds in 1950 and spent time in prison till 1952. Published in various literary journals, his poems were widely read due to their original lyricism and imagery influenced by Anatolian folk cultures. He has published only one collection of poetry: Hasretinden Prangalar Eskittim (Fetters Worn Out by Longing/1968) – a volume which has gone through a record number of printings.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ahmed_Arif