A hundered
years from now
when not a
single person
Will have
survived from
our times,
A fisherman
living on the
coast of
Sicily,
While casting
his nets into
the sea one
summer
morning,
Will look up
into the sky
which shall be
wider then
And will
mutter one of
my lines
As if humming
a song;
He will have
no idea that a
poet named
Mehmet Ali*
Once passed
through this
world.
