sky, wind, meetings with remarkable men,

when I was young, I played the darbukka for a saz player

heard koroglu at dawn, with the light shining through leaves

took ney lessons in istanbul from the gentle arif

met and had the honour to listen to Djamchid Chemirani teach

here with his beautiful sons

and bathe in his smile

now I am at last tapping the same deep well, the ashik spirit, the dervish soul

as a woman,

it is there, deep, quiet, breathing, singing,beating, shining in the sky, in the dark of night