The pain of separation, like a rooster crowing at midday,
Untimely… A pang of sorrow I felt.

The past, a bottomless lake covered in weeds.
A chill season and in the garden heaps of leaves.

Why does it call out at midday, the pain of separation?
Suddenly reminding of love, the heart that had forgotten.

Why do we dream of, long for deeply
The best times in our lives, if any we have?

O love, I’ve realised from this distant cry,
The only pleasure in life is even just your memory.

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

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