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.