William Butler Yeats - Cloths Of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.




Cennetin islenmis giysileri bende olsa
onlari altin ve gumus isikla suslerdim
mavi, los ve koyu giysiler
gecvenin, isigin ve yari aydinligin
giysileri ayaklarinin altina sererdim
ama ben, yoksulum ve yalnizca duslerim var
duslerimi serdim ayaklarinin altina
yavasca bas cunku duslerime basiyorsun