I am Listening to Istanbul

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed: 
At first there is a gentle breeze 
And the leaves on the trees 
Softly sway; 
Out there, far away, 
The bells of water-carriers unceasingly ring; 
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed. 

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed; 

Then suddenly birds fly by, 
Flocks of birds, high up, with a hue and cry, 
While the nets are drawn in the fishing grounds 
And a woman's feet begin to dabble in the water. 
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.