She sees a husband in her dream, A well-bred man with a salary of 100 liras; They get married and move to the city; Letters come to their address; Happy Acres, Basement Floor; The apartment is the size of a box; She doesn't work washing clothes anymore Or washing windows. As for washing dishes, They're only her own. Their children are healthy as tops; They buy a used car. She takes them to Kizilay Park in the mornings So that little Yilmaz can play in the sand Like society children. The sewer man's most choice dream is a bath, He lying on the marble slab; The scrubbers stand in line next to him. One of them pours water And the other lathers him. A third waits with a sponge in his hand. As other customers are entering the bath, The sewer man, Now like pure cotton, Leaves.
Orhan Veli Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat, 1989