A Far Away Village

A far away village,
Our village.
Even though we don’t go there,
It’s our village.

A far away house,
Our house.
Even though we don’t live there,
It’s our house.

A far away sound,
Our sound.
Even though we don’t hear it, make it,
It’s our sound.

A far away mountain,
Our mountain.
Even though we don’t climb it,
It’s our mountain.

A far away road,
Our road.
Even though we don’t come and go there,
It’s our road.

Ahmet Kutsi Tecer (1901-1967). Orda Bir Köy Var Uzakta. Translated from the Turkish.

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