Night Song

That Bird, it sings in the most remote gardens,
In ivy laden lowlands,
On trees untouched,
To dawn from night.
Its touching voice grows,
Its longest melody fleetingly enchants,
All who listen.
Just that sound for a while in the air
Just that sound is heard.
Stars enchanted as they listen.

That bird, it comes in spring only.
Where from?
No-one knows, a mystery.
Spring ends, it disappears,
Till another spring comes.

Its life on a beautiful night,
Singing beautiful songs spent.
That bird, it sings in the most remote gardens.
In imagination it lives,
In imagination it dies.

Yahya Kemal Beyatlı (1884-1958). Gece Bestesi. Translated from the Turkish.

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2 Responses to Night Song

  1. dianapage says:

    So evokative and lovely.

  2. Here is a song I created about the night sky using Garage Bands own instruments…added my own lyrics in to make the song (semi) complete…if you have a few spare minutes I’d love it if you could check it out 🙂

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