Night

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.

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