Journey

You will leave this place some day,
Your train will slowly disappear,
Within you, like snow,
All your troubles will melt away.

Sitting cross-legged on a wooden seat,
Greeting the passengers,
Watching the fields that vanish behind you,
You will remember geography lessons,
As you pass rivers without knowing their names.

You have only the clothes you stand up in;
Yet, you have a hometown to love!
Within you, like snow,
All your troubles will melt away.

No one will smile for you, no one will cry!

Cahit Külebi (1917-1997). Yolculuk. Translated from the Turkish.

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