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THE NIGHTCLUB



One glass goes,
Another comes.
A million appetizers.
One of my lovers sings in the nightclub.
Another sits with me.
She drinks and the other gets jealous.
Don't be jealous,
My beauty,
Please don't.
You have your place.
She has hers.



Orhan Veli Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat, 1989