Throughout the journey, the nostalgia is not separate from me
not say it was like my shadow
stood beside me in the dark
not say it was like My hands and my feet
when you sleep you lose the hands and feet
I did not miss the nostalgia even during sleep
throughout the journey, the nostalgia is not separate from me
not say that it was hunger or thirst, or desire
nell'afa of cool or warm in the cold
was something I can not get their fill
was no joy or sorrow was not linked
the clouds to the city to remember the songs
was in me and outside me.
throughout the journey, the nostalgia is not separate from me
I do not trip and nothing remains but to nostalgia.
not say it was like my shadow
stood beside me in the dark
not say it was like My hands and my feet
when you sleep you lose the hands and feet
I did not miss the nostalgia even during sleep
throughout the journey, the nostalgia is not separate from me
not say that it was hunger or thirst, or desire
nell'afa of cool or warm in the cold
was something I can not get their fill
was no joy or sorrow was not linked
the clouds to the city to remember the songs
was in me and outside me.
throughout the journey, the nostalgia is not separate from me
I do not trip and nothing remains but to nostalgia.
(Nazim Hikhmet)