Snow

Snowing on us, from the night,
From a thought, rainy and dark,
With the moaning of the forest
And galloping, in the dense blue,
It is snowing on us.

Where is your voice, your everyday voice,
For forgotten beautiful songs
On this snowy night, from afar, from the road,
Like a wind from as far as old Anatolia,
Where is your voice? You are muffled in snow!

This blueness, neither morning nor evening!
Do not wake me, I cannot.
For the sake of our loved ones, lost,
For the sake of the sea, the sky and God,
Whirling, let it snow on us…

As the face of each mirror mists over,
In the whiteness of this simple dream,
A reed –single, alone- reaches towards the sky,
To forget, O Winter! Just to forget
The profound loneliness of the world.

Ahmet Muhip Dranas (1909-1980). Kar. Translated from the Turkish.

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