Mostly, it’s yours
by Turgut Uyar
Tell me who owns now this apple that I carefully peel
You know that everything I do with care now belongs to you
A man on his way to the water, let’s just say he should bow his shoulder
The sun, the water and the tilt of his shoulder all belong to you
You stand up, it corresponds to your name, and you’re right
The world that darkens as you often know belongs to you
The darkening world is an ember of fire for a new rose
The noble darkness that remains from the ember of a fire belongs to you
You took a past with experiments, you came and painted the new well
I know, you should know too The first enlightenment belongs to you.
The water I love is the true sister of your water
The powers abandoned by your water now belong to you
Because you hold like a weapon everything you hold
The whistle that holds everything like a warning belongs to you
It is all yours, oh eternal giver, everything that exists as life.
Don’t hold your breath, expand, the core and shell belong to you.
Oh, the most beautiful sight of a waterfall spilling over the flowers.
My love, my infinity, everything that exists and does not exist in this world, everything belongs to you.
(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)
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Hurts
by Turgut Uyar
I want to talk about unhappiness
vertical and horizontal unhappiness
The perfect unhappiness of humanity.
my love hurts
We have experienced something full of mystery
And they lived that over there
Confuse the way a mountain was bent
For your joy.
First of all, unhappiness, of course.
Like a bar in a small town
The way her laugh would hit the sunlight
But it would not be reflected here
That is, the syphilis that someone has from a withered rose
Tuberculosis that someone else got from another woman
The history of all office buildings.
my love hurts
“I’m sorry my love” says someone
Even a child with a beautiful eye
I didn’t have a summer to protect.
I have no idea what to say.
my love hurts
The boats keep passing
The mountains will light up and darken again
And that’s it.
My position is to find many things and jump for joy.
Autumn has come, oh sorrow
Spring has come, oh black pain
Oh you, the smartest person on earth
Sometimes in the middle of summer in broad daylight
my love hurts
It doesn’t matter who I love
Or no matter who loves me.
September has packed its bags and let you see
October etcetera will also be gone in no time
Damn big horses sinking into history
Dive into the story, that’s all.
(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)
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