Clearly, death will come to me one morning.
As the first light enters fearfully through the window,
Reach out, lower my bedside curtain.
Leave the candle just as it was in the evening .

Then in slippers run, give the news.
Say, “My tenant died this morning”.
Let one or two people know and the municipality
Come to take me from my room.

As soon as the coffin is carried from the house
You too as others forget my name.
Leave my door open several days
That after me my belongings may gaze.

Ahmet Kutsi Tecer (1901-1967). Besbelli. Translated from the Turkish.

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