Send your voice out into this world like David
What remains under this dome, it seems, is a pleasant echo
Baki, Dîvân, the ghazal opening "Zülf-i siyâhı sâye-i perr-i Hümâ imiş", 16th century.
The voice remains; the body goes.
Baki's dome is the world.
A word spoken beneath the dome
strikes the wall, comes back,
and hangs in the air a while longer.
What voice am I leaving?
A word, a glance, a state?
The couplet says "pleasant," not "great."
A kind word said to a child
also remains under this dome.
The poet has hidden his name in the line too.
Baki means the one that remains.