They put his gun in the cupboard. They gave his clothes to someone else. No bread crumbs in his bag now No lip traces on his canteen. Such a wind That it blew And not even a name remained behind. Only his couplet remained Above the stove In the coffee shop, Written by hand- ``Dying is the wish of God If parting weren't in it.''
Orhan Veli Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat, 1989