After a troublesome journey, I’ve reached seventy.
I delve into the past on the hill where I stand.

One person on a sphere rotating for millions of years;
The story of seventy years, should it know the past?

Everywhere there are narrators of life;
But reflective people are tired of stories.

They say hundreds of philosophers know the truth;
Some are uncertain, in doubt, some hollow;

Most are unclear.
Khayyam is said to whisper the truth, more or less.

Yahya Kemal Beyatlı (1884-1958). Düşünüş. Translated from the English.

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