Ali ihsan Konuklu

Bir masalın olsun
Sen güzel sultanı bir yerin
Düş bırakmaz belki gülüşünü
Taşır bir anka kuşu kanadıyla
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Yes, we've ripened at last
Who knows under how many bitter suns
And in the sharp labyrinths of life
Are we now just waiting to fall from our branch?
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Sleep is gone,
the mind on a swing;
sometimes it comes to you, my love,
sometimes to memories left in the past...
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Evening falls,
a sorrow as deep as the ringing of a doorbell;
when you ask, 'Who is it? ',
it's those who can never say, 'It's me, '
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