What is it about travelling? It makes me cry each time. I, who am alone in the world? One red morning I set out from Uzunkopru; The horses of the coach were jingling; My driver was fourteen years old; The knee of the girl next to me Was touching mine; She was wearing a chador, but she was no angel; I should feel happy, shouldn't I? What do you know? Tell me, what is it about travelling?
Orhan Veli Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat, 1989