DUR YOLCU
Dur yolcu, bilmeden gelip bastığın,
Bu toprak, bir devrin battığı yerdir.
Eğil de kulak ver, bu sessiz yığın,
Bir vatan kalbinin attığı yerdir!.
Bu ıssız, gölgesiz yolun sonunda,
Wanderer
Die Zeit ist abgeflossen, wo mir noch Zufälle begegnen durften; und was könnte jetzt noch zu mir fallen, was nicht schon mein Eigen wäre!
Es kehrt nur zurück, es kommt mir endlich heim - mein eigen Selbst, und was von ihm lange in der Fremde war und zerstreut unter alle Dinge und Zufälle
The time is now past when accidents could befall me; and what could now fall to my lot which would not already be my own!
It returns only, it comes home to me at last - my own Self, and such of it as has been long abroad, and scattered among things and accidents.
Sayfa 122 - Dritter Theil/Wanderer/Bill Chapko
