Sleep

The pillow that lulls me to sleep,
Gently enters warm waters,
Boats sail towards India,
The earth is born into a sleeping world.

Magic water is drunk from a glass bowl,
Al-Sirat crossed on a ram,
The spell is broken,
The dream leading to heaven begins.

Orhan Veli (1914-1950). Uyku. Translated from the Turkish.

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