Chinese Bowl

Come, O beloved, from China!
From that charming villa,

As on bamboo canes asleep,
On still waters,

Boughs are laden
With fiery oranges.

Appear, O beloved,
From the Chinese bowl.

You were a blithesome image,
You were my imaginary love.

Enjoy the birds flying
With the joy of spring

And the swallows,
The divers of the sky.

From China, either send me a letter,
Or come from within my dream.

Yahya Kemal Beyatlı (1884-1958). Çin Kasesi. Translated from the Turkish.

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