I know, it’s not easy to live,
To fall in love and sing to the one you love,
To stroll in starlight at night,
To warm yourself by the light of day,
To find time like this to meet
On Çamlıca Hill for half a day
—A thousand blues flowing from the Bosphorus—
To forget everything in these leagues of blue.
I know, it isn’t easy to live,
A dead man’s bed is still warm,
Someone’s watch still ticks on his wrist.
Living isn’t easy, brothers,
But neither is dying.
It isn’t easy to leave this world.
Orhan Veli KANIK
Translated by George Messo