Afloat in sleep was Kandilli*,
We dragged moonlight over the sea.
A silvery, glittery path,
We went…return wasn’t mentioned.
Imaginary trees, fantasy hills…
On still water, resting, faces of mountains…
Such a time, the season’s end,
Like music lost.
We have gone, disappeared into the distance,
Before the dream at dawn ends…
Yahya Kemal (1884-1958). Gece. Translated from the Turkish.
*A district in the Bosphorus, in Istanbul.