I go away by myself some days;
With the smell of fishnets just pulled out from the sea,
To this island to that island,
Following the shearwaters.
There are worlds inconceivable;
With the sound of blossoming flowers,
With the sound of mist rising from the earth.
And seagulls and seagulls,
In a different flurry each of their feathers.
Some days immersed in blue;
Some days immersed in sun ;
Crazy, some days…
Orhan Veli (1914-1950). Gün Olur. Translated from the Turkish.