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Osman Sarı

(1946-….)

Leaving

They left before  dawn

In their thousands,

 

The tracks left full,

As if they were clamped together

 

They passed through the sleeping city

They kept their silence in many languages and left,

 

Their words would cause thunder,

Their sweat would flow in floods

 

And their callused hands,

Like an old oak’s bark.

 

Without waiting for dawn

They left without seeing the beloved in day light.

(Translated by Mevlut Ceylan, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry)