Desire at the End of a Day

Day breaks like roses
On the dark circles around my weary eyes.
Like roses… endless large roses.
Roses wail more than even reeds;
Alas, behind them the sun rises !

From golden towers birds again
Herald life as life recurs.
Is it they, every evening that
Set out on a journey from our worlds?

Evening, evening again, evening again;
I look at the water; it is a golden string.
Above me the sky is an arc enchanted!

Evening, evening again, evening again;
Now, in lake waters, would I were a reed!

Ahmet Haşim (1885-1933). Bir Günün Sonunda Arzu. Translated from the Turkish.

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