And years later dear Marya,
Coal black, the sky,
The earth spotless,
If you happen to pass by “Another Life”,
Time will have already left my eyes,
Distance slipped out of my hands!
But the poems, scattered
All around, auction time!
They mustn’t be left with nowhere to go,
These orphan victims, my love,
Are all for you,
All offerings to you…
Bekir Sıtkı Erdoğan (1926-2004). Adak. Translated from the Turkish.