Apprentice wanted (poem)

Author: Refik Durbaş
Translator: Şehnaz Tahir-Gürçağlar

My hands have a gift for art, Master
My language for cursing, my heart for pain
Is death all I get
All I get, Master?

Which way is love, Master
Which way is grief
Is solitude all I get
All I get, Master?

Which way is away, Master
Which way is home
Is longing all I getAll I get, Master?