That’ll be Fine

When you remember me,
Think kindly of me sometimes.
Smile when you see me in the street,
Come close,
Your hand in mine, stay for a while.

Let me visit you at your house,
Make coffee for me.
Give me a glass of water
From the freshly filled decanter.
Just fine, that’ll be…

Ziya Osman Saba (1910-1957). Yetişir. Translated from the Turkish.

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