When the day comes to weigh anchor off this stand;
A vessel does leave this haven for a dark land.
As she sails silently as if numanned,
Not a hand nor a handkerchief is fanned.
Sorrowed with this trip are those   on the quay
Wet-eyed they gaze at dim horizon dolefully.
Poor hearts! This is not the last ship departing;
Nor for the lonesome life is it the last sting:
In vain will the loving and beloved wait
For the return of those that passed the strait.
Happy must they have been with their set
Though years have elapsed, none's  back as yet.

Yahya Kemal BEYATLI

Translated by  Behlül TOYGAR