Outside My Window May There Always Be Day

No say have I over the breaking day;
Nor is there anyone to understand;
Alas, death comes to mind;
Then, this light, this garden, this bird.

And to its Lord the heart says:
No fear have I of the pain you give;
Any pain accepted, as long as
Outside my window, there is always day.

Cahit Sıtkı Tarancı (1910-1956). Gün Eksilmesin Penceremden. Translated from the Turkish.

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