Secret Love

You had a girl friend,
Seven – eight years ago.
I saw her yesterday.
She was pleased to see me.

Standing in the street,
We had a chat.
She is married, has children.
A boy and a girl.

She asked after you.
He hasn’t changed much, I said.
Just as you knew him…
She understood.

She is happy, she loves her husband.
They own their own home.
As if at fault, ashamed,
Say hello to him, she said.

Behçet Necatigil (1916-1979). Gizli Sevda. Translated from the Turkish.

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