Affection you left for the future,
Shy, hesitant, respectful.
Everyone close to you,
Due to duties unfinished,
(It wasn’t what you had wished)
When everything could have been told with just one look,
What you felt deep down in your heart,
Was left in your heart.
You were expecting to have more time;
Ungraceful to express affection when time was short.
Years in a flurry gone by so fast,
You couldn’t have realized.
In your secret garden,
There were flowers in bloom,
At night and alone.
Not enough to give, you thought,
Or there was no time.
Behçet Necatigil (1916-1979). Sevgilerde. Translated from the Turkish.