There is a place where redolent memories sway
On the winds arriving from yesterday
From Remeli across to the Anadolu Feneri
Through the Bosphorus from Marmara to the Black sea
Voluminous vessels cross this straight
With treasured scents for a cargo of fate
Landing none too early and none too late
Just in time to empty the weight
Of thoughts on the shores of moments like this
That receive the waves that reminisce
His 99 names, or the One we seek
All truths reside in the heart we keep.
