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 oaks 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)