A keresés eredménye

Walls of Inn

-To Osmanzade Hamdi Bey-
Dark horses whinnied, leather whip reverberated
The cart for a moment hesitated
Then with six springs underneath with a might
Caravan inns passed in my sight
I was going, in me feeling of homesickness
From Ulukisla road to Central Anatolia.
Like first love, first hurt, first separation!
The air warming with the fire burned by my heart,
The sky, the land, naked trees are yellow...
Behind me ranging high Taurus.
Ahead slopes faded by a long winter,
Then turning and moaning while turning wheels…
 
As my hands stick around the hair of time
Our cart went up to the shoulder of a hill
Steepness in everywhere, desolateness in everywhere,
Only a whistle on the lips of cartwright!
Roads stretching, bending along with this whistle
Like a snake about to sleep were the roads
Listening to the emptiness his head high.
The sky was getting cloudy and wind colder
The rain started to sprinkle slowly.
The moment we arrived to the plainness at the final slope
An infinite lowland made us go pale.
The roads attached us to the dawn like a line.
Abroad was pulling me to itself contiguously.
Roads, everywhere roads, always roads… Plainness not ending again
There is neither a house around nor the image of one,
The roads tells us we are just human being eventually,
A horseman or two pedestrians from time to time.
Wheels clattering on the disordered stones
They are telling something to roads,
Long roads are laying down lurching of this voice…
Getting carried away by the sound of the wheel
I laid down on the mattress of the spring cart.
 
A tremor… I woke up from the deep sleep

Jealous

Don't say anything... Don't look at my face, beware!
There may be those who hear your voice, there may be those who like you,
It is my enemy who finds you sympathetic
My heart will hurt even if your mother caresses you...
 
I hope from God that the hands that open to hold you

Ballad of Victory

The person who doesn't risk death can't live
Victory doesn't tolerate, it runs away.
The person who doesn't shed the red of his blood on the flag,
He goes with shed tears!
 
If you too want victory,
Fill the sky with your thundering voice
The hero fairy, whom they call victory

Last Lover

While my youth is passing with longing for you,
Oh my love, I'm still not hopeless
When your brown hair turn to white
I will be your last lover in your arms.
 
Oh, now the winds of love is blowing in your head,
Even you wander in my roads languorously everyday
You're mine, when you are completely abandoned...
I don't know, did you think about that inevitable day?
 
I'm a lover with white hair, you're an old...
When you come close to me that day, oh my divine1 love,
Don't deny your last kiss to my eyes.
 
Let a teardrop fall from your eyelashes slowly,
Because, my soul, that day you will understand that too
That nobody loved you as much as I did!
 

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