End of September

Days grown shorter. The elderly of Kanlıca*
Remember all the summers past.

Life is too short just to be in love with this place…
If summers didn’t fade, days didn’t get shorter…

Years of this precious drink didn’t quench our thirst…
What a shame, even for one such pleasure one life isn’t long enough!

Death is fate, it doesn’t hold fear for us;
But the pain of leaving your homeland is hard.

Never, from the night of death, to return to this coast,
Is an everlasting yearning, worse than even death.

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

* A district on the Asian side of the Bosphorus in Istanbul.

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