You destroyed the belief in love that was in my heart

Know that being forgotten is more painful than death

We recognised the writing but the words were foreign

There was a letter and a picture on the table

 It is clear that you have gone and left me

You were not there, melancholy was in the room

I realised you had buried me in the past

There was a letter and a picture on the table

Abla´s translation wasn´t wrong, I just wanted to make the English flow a bit smoother:

It is not honesty to do something wrong, then say you did it as if it were a great achievement

 The worst is to watch you* gradually drift away from someone that you said you were close to.

* Note: without context I interpreted uzaklaştığını as "you drift away". It could also be him/her drift away

 hi - the link you put up is for the columnist Charlotte McPherson.

I´m on the Arts and Culture page, every Sunday. Last week the article was entitled "Once Upon a Time, There Was and There Was Not" and it was about Ahmet Ümit´s "A Tale Within a Tale."

Preview: next sunday will be about the first female candidate for president of Afghanistan - her book is "The Favored Daughter"

 Hi - yes I definitely recommend this true story. Judy has a great understanding of Turkey, plus she is a wonderful story teller.

 There are two kinds of night for me

Both are sleepless

Either you are not here and I cannot sleep

Or you are here and sleep is forbidden

geçmiş olsun - hope the operation goes well.

 Yes, also Selçuk Altan. But they tend to be a bit hit and miss, compared with Elif Şafak who, with Aşk (Forty Rules of Love) and İskender (Honour) has really found her voice.

 No, that´s me. Do you read mine every week in Sunday´s Zaman??  They´re on the arts and culture page.