The Bath

My dreams are bubbles of cool light,
Sunbeams mingled in the light green
Waters of your bath.
Through fretted spaces in the olive wood
My love adventures with the white sun.
I dive into the ice-coloured shadows
Where the water is like light blue flowers
Dancing on mirrors of silver.
The sun rolls under the waters of your bath
Like the body of a strong swimmer.
And now you cool your feet,
Which have the look of apple flowers,
Under the water on the oval marble
Coloured like yellow roses.
Your scarlet nipples
Waver under the green kisses of the water,
Flowers drowned in a mountain stream.
From the Modern Turkish.