In this world one thing burns within me, sears my very soul: those who die young, like green grain cut down.
Bu dünyede bir nesneye yanar içüm göyner özüm / Yigid iken ölenlere gök ekini biçmiş gibi
Yunus Emre, Dîvân, poem 388, couplet 4 (Mustafa Tatçı, Yûnus Emre Dîvânı, Istanbul 2008).
Green grain, an ear not yet ripened.
It is reaped before it sees the threshing floor.
Yunus does not grieve at every death.
Of one who has lived out his years, he says "he has gone."
But when the young depart,
a season is left unfinished.
The poem begins, "my life has come and gone."
A life is a wind that blows and passes.
Yet some fall still before they ever blow.