Like a caravan without bells or guide,
Carrying its silken goods hidden from sight,
If it stretches endlessly into the sands,
My life will pass in mystery, without a sound.
And thus, every minute of this life,
Will melt away like an ice cube from itself.
Apart from the stars in the sky, the worms on the ground,
No one will know that I once lived and then died!
Translated by: Mehmet Barın Erturan
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