My child’s heart free of worries;
Radiant faces, abundant crops;
On horseback, a prince with a purple fringe:
My homeland, I began to forget.
Against my temple, my mother’s warm knee,
The fortune-teller’s words in my ears,
By the lake, the padishah’s three daughters,
Processions setting off for Mount Qaf.
Orhan Veli (1914-1950). Masal. Translated from the Turkish.