CHILD

He died -
he doesn't know he died,
his two hands lie by his side.
They'll carry him away,
nor can he say,
'I won't go!'
He couldn't even give thanks
to the friends who bore his coffin.

Ah, his death is like no other's.

OKTAY RIFAT

Translated by.  Ruth Christie

(Voices of Memory: Selected Poems of Oktay Rifat,
 Translated by. Ruth Christie ve Richard McKane
 Istanbul, Yapi Kredi Yayinlari: Rockingham Press, 1993)