The child was born on the ninth of November,

That’s when the dark of night would rise,

And he was far from the bleak December,

That’s when the breezing chilling cold cries!

The child opened his eyes in a world of tears,

That’s when the dark of night would so cry,

And eventually he was far away from the fears

That’s when the angels and the darkness pry!

As the child saw this age with agony in this bay,

That’s when the bright day would await for him,

When she says she loves me that’s my birthday,

That’s when I lit a torch into the dark of the dim!

Murat Özgen