Oh the days of past,
Oh the days of future,
Inform me right now,
Inform me you…
Let’s not inform witting grass,
When they’re turning green.
Dying individuals when they’re being burn,
Inform me living ones when they’re living,
Inform me lovere when they’re beloved,
Learners when they’re teaching,
Joyfull ones when they’re making the other people happy,
Smiling people when they’re making the others laugh,
And among all the badness even
Inform me the ones who can see the beautiness,
Come on, do not be late,
Just this moment, be in a hurry,
This moment is too short
Right now,
Inform me you…
Poem: Arife GULESIR
Translated by: Nilufer DURSUN
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