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MIGRATION I



From  his window
Overlooking house tops
One could see the harbor
And church bells rang
Rang continuously on Sundays;
And at night
He could hear the train whistle
From his bed
At one o'clock;
And he began to love a girl
In the apartment
Across the street.
Despite all this
He left the place
And moved to another town.



Orhan Veli Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat, 1989