Night by Yahya Kemal Beyatlı

Kandilli floated upon sleep–
We trailed the moonlight on the deep

We took a shining silver track
And spoke no word of turning back

Phantom trees on the dreaming crest
Pensive slopes where waters rest

The season’s end was such a time
The distant note of a hidden chime

We passed and vanished far away
Ere the dream was lost at break of day

translated by Bernard Lewis

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