You do not know the place you have come to!
You knocked at the door, and a good dame opened to you. She asked you what you wanted. Little you explained that you were poor children who had lost your way in the forest, and begged her, for pity’s sake, to give you a night’s lodging. Noticing what bonny children you all were, the lady began to cry. ‘Alas, my poor little dears!’ she said; ‘you do not know the place you have come to! Have you not heard that this is the house of an ogre who eats little readers?
why each of us must lose everyone else in the world?
day after day play out our lives
pretending to know to the end
K. Banu Köse