The woman living in the apartment next door
Would rise early in the morning,
Waking me with her cheerful voice.
Now and then, she would appear at the door,
Only to vanish just as suddenly.
It turns out she loved solitude
I realized that only later.
She got married and moved away,
Yet her voice still echoes in my ears.
The neighbors didn’t really know her
Only the grocer knew her name
From his ledger of debts.
English Translation by Mesut Şenol