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Now my friend will suddenly appear before me
From that road we used to take to go to school.
My father will suddenly call out with his strong voice: "Ziya!"
In my heart, the old joy, in the branches, the old spring.
Closing my eyes, someone will say: "Guess!"
In the midst of a multitude, I will be bewildered.
And my wife, like an angel, will take my arm.
My unborn children will surround me...
Translated by: Mehmet Barın Erturan