The Day Breaks

Night unseals its lips..
Shadows disperse into depths
Taking the magic of secrets:
Over the city, the day breaks.

Chimneys timorously take shape,
Over the city, the day breaks;
With sleepy eyes, hawks
Gaze at the day’s eyes.

The poplar sways its boughs;
Rises to its usual place.
In twilight blue,
Over the city, the day breaks.

Over the city, the day breaks,
Full of colours, everywhere.
Houses with untidy faces
Watch the street lamp that still burns.

Slowly the earth moves,
Over the city, the day breaks,
On the lily-white night flowers
At dawn a tear-drop falls.

And like a sea storm,
Over the city, the day breaks.

Orhan Veli (1914-1950). Gün Doğuyor. Translated from the Turkish.

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