Şair, dizelerini sıkıntılarıyla ve sabrının büyüklüğüyle yoğurmadıkça

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''Şair, dizelerini sıkıntılarıyla ve sabrının büyüklüğüyle yoğurmadıkça şiiri, ancak bir mevsim sürer ve bize, kokusu çabuk uçan birkaç anı bırakıp gider.''

If only he blends his work with the grandeur of his patience and his disturbance, a poet should succed; otherwise his poetry lasts only a season leaving a few memory with rapidly subsiding fragnance.

So long as his lines are not fused with the strength of his his patience and worries, a poet's work lasts only for a season, leaving a few rapidly dying down memories with us.