Istanbul metaphor

When I think of Istanbul,

Yahya Kemal used to come to mind

Now Orhan Veli comes to mind

You've been on the tip of my tongue for a while now, Orhan Veli

Your taste, your salt,

Your poetry, your face

Like a wounded dove

It circles above my head

It comes and silently lands somewhere in this poem

Where? Those who seek will find

Those who know, know

This city drives people crazy

May your glasses clink, Orhan Veli

Done