I wanna add an Nazım poem,

What is she doing now,
right now, this instant?
Maybe she's petting
a kitten on her lap.
Or maybe she is walking, about to take a step,
- those beloved feet that take her straight to me
on my dark days!..-
And what's she thinking about -
me?
Or
- oh,I don't know -
why the beans refuse to cook?
Or else
why most people are this unhappy?

What is she doing now,
right now, this instant?

To read Nazım Hikmet is a privilege.
Could you fix this section in this area?
With my respect...