One day will end these nights,
Caterpillars cling to leaves.
The syllables from the heart’s spring
Drop by drop reach not the lips.
Brow embroidered by thoughts,
Tears fall on lilies.
And sparrows from the evening trees
Crowd the ripened ears of grain.
Ahmet Muhip Dranas (1908-1980). Serçeler. Translated from the Turkish.