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MIGRAINE



I.

Regardless of how beautiful the roads may be,
How cool the night may be,
The body gets tired;
This migraine doesn't.


II.

I will enter my house now,
But I may leave it later,
Since these shoes and clothes are mine
And the streets are free.



Orhan Veli Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat, 1989