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The foaming sea

The face of the sea foams, my darling,
a boat would take me on the sea.
Darling, I have come upon this earth
because of human beauty.

The sea is made of cloths to sail,
my darling, to an early death.
A candle burns in a plate
in the middle of the sea.

My darling, I will leave this earth
out of love for my country.


Deniz Üstü Köpürür

Translated August 13, 2020

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