You learn our news without hearing it from us,
From a seven years long road, you arrive on wings.
You know the language of our eyes,
The secrets of our hands.
You smile like an open book,
Dry the sweat on our faces.
That one goes, this one goes,
Friendship, you stay beside us.
Nazım Hikmet (1901-1963). Dostluk. Translated from the Turkish.