Bakakalırım giden geminin ardından;
Atamam kendimi denize, dünya güzel;
Serde erkeklik var, aÄŸlayamam.

I don't love her anymore
So
Why should I walk
Nights
By the tavern
Where I drank
Every night
Thinking of her?

Anybody can pilot a ship when the sea is calm.

She watched the gap between ship and shore grow to a huge gulf. Perhaps this was a little like dying, the departed no longer visible to the others, yet both still existed, only in different worlds.

Sometimes the storm winds blow so strong a man has no choice but to furl his sails.

We'll get a better sense of the state of the sea bottom, state of the ship, besides doing the pollution issues.