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***FirefoX*** · 12-28-2005, 12:53 PM

Orhan Veli'den...

Ne atom bombas�
Ne Londra Konferans�
Bir elinde c�mb�z,
Bir elinde ayna;
Umurunda m� d�nya Confused

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TWEEZERS

Neither the atom bomb,
Nor the London conference;
Tweezers in one hand,
A mirror on the other;
Does she care about the world Confused

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Orhan Veli Kanik

***FirefoX*** · 12-28-2005, 01:09 PM

�STANBUL'U D�NL�YORUM

�stanbul'u dinliyorum, g�zlerim kapal�
�nce hafiften bir r�zgar esiyor;
Yava� yava� sallan�yor
Yapraklar, a�a�larda;
Uzaklarda, �ok uzaklarda,
Sucular�n hi� durmayan ��ng�raklar�
�stanbul'u dinliyorum, g�zlerim kapal�.

�stanbul'u dinliyorum, g�zlerim kapal�;
Ku�lar ge�iyor, derken;
Y�kseklerden, s�r� s�r�, ��l�k ��l�k.
A�lar �ekiliyor dalyanlarda;
Bir kad�n�n suya de�iyor ayaklar�;
�stanbul'u dinliyorum, g�zlerim kapal�.

�stanbul'u dinliyorum, g�zlerim kapal�;
Serin serin Kapal��ar��
C�v�l c�v�l Mahmutpa�a
G�vercin dolu avlular
�eki� sesleri geliyor doklardan
G�zelim bahar r�zgar�nda ter kokular�;
�stanbul'u dinliyorum, g�zlerim kapal�.

�stanbul'u dinliyorum, g�zlerim kapal�;
Ba��mda eski alemlerin sarho�lu�u
Lo� kay�khaneleriyle bir yal�;
Dinmi� lodoslar�n u�ultusu i�inde
�stanbul'u dinliyorum, g�zlerim kapal�.

�stanbul'u dinliyorum, g�zlerim kapal�;
Bir yosma ge�iyor kald�r�mdan;
K�f�rler, �ark�lar, t�rk�ler, laf atmalar.
Bir�ey d��yor elinden yere;
Bir g�l olmal�;
�stanbul'u dinliyorum, g�zlerim kapal�.

�stanbul'u dinliyorum, g�zlerim kapal�;
Bir ku� ��rp�n�yor eteklerinde;
Aln�n s�cak m�, de�il mi, biliyorum;
Dudaklar�n �slak m�, de�il mi, biliyorum;
Beyaz bir ay do�uyor f�st�klar�n arkas�ndan
Kalbinin vuru�undan anl�yorum;
�stanbul'u dinliyorum.

Orhan VEL�

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I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed:
At first there is a gentle breeze
And the leaves on the trees
Softly sway;
Out there, far away,
The bells of water-carriers unceasingly ring;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Then suddenly birds fly by,
Flocks of birds, high up, with a hue and cry,
While the nets are drawn in the fishing grounds
And a woman's feet begin to dabble in the water.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
The Grand Bazaar's serene and cool,
An uproar at the hub of the Market,
Mosque yards are full of pigeons.
While hammers bang and clang at the docks
Spirng winds bear the smell of sweat;
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
Still giddy from the revelries of the past,
A seaside mansion with dingy boathouses is fast asleep.
Amid the din and drone of southern winds, reposed,
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
A pretty girl walks by on the sidewalk:
Four-letter words, whistles and songs, rude remarks;
Something falls out of her hand -
It is a rose, I guess.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.
A bird flutters round your skirt;
On your brow, is there sweet? Or not ? I know.
Are your lips wet? Or not? I know.
A silver moon rises beyond the pine trees:
I can sense it all in your heart's throbbing.
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.

Orhan Veli

***FirefoX*** · 12-28-2005, 01:45 PM

Kitabe-i Seng-i Mezar / Orhan Veli

I

Hi�bir �eyden �ekmedi d�nyada
Nas�rdan �ekti�i kadar;
Hatta �irkin yarat�ld��ndan bile
O kadar m�teessir de�ildi;
Kunduras� vurmad�� zamanlarda
Anmazd� ama Allah�n ad�n�,
G�nahkar da say�lmazd�.
Yaz�k oldu S�leyman Efendi'ye

II

Mesele falan de�ildi �yle,
To be or not to be kendisi i�in;
Bir ak�am uyudu;
Uyanmay�verdi.
Ald�lar, g�t�rd�ler.
Y�kand�, namaz� k�l�nd�, g�m�ld�.
Duyarlarsa �ld��n� alacakl�lar
HAklar�n� hel�l ederler elbet.
Alaca��na gelince...
Alaca�� yoktu zaten rahmetlinin.

III

T�fe�ini depoya koydular,
Esvab�n� ba�kas�na verdiler.
Art�k ne torbas�nda ekmek k�r�nt�s�,
Ne mataras�nda dudaklar�n�n izi;
�yle bir r�zigar ki,
Kendi gitti,
�smi bile kalmad� yadig�r.
Yaln�z �u beyit kald�,
Kahve oca��nda, el yaz�siyle:
"�l�m Allah�n emri,
Ayr�l�k olmasayd�."

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EPITAPH

He suffered from nothing in the world
The way he suffered from his corns;
He didn't even feel so badly
About having been created ugly.
Thought he wouldn't utter the Lord's name
Unless his shoe pinched,
He couldn't be considered a sinner either.
It's a pity S�leyman Efendi had to die.

For him "To be or not to be"
Was no problem at all;
He went to sleep one night
And just didn't wake up again.
They came and carried him away;
He was washed, prayed for and buried.
When his creditors hear of his death,
They'll surely release him of his debts.
As for the money owed to him,
Well, nobody owed the poor soul a penny.

They put his rifle back in the depot
And gave his uniform to some other man.
No more bread crumbs in his kit-bag
Nor lip-marks on his canteen.
Such was the gust of wind
It carried him off his feet,
Not even his name was remembered.
Just a couplet he scribbled was left
On the wall of the mess hall:
"Death is God's will,
But if only there were no parting."

***ExCLuSiVe*** · 12-28-2005, 02:33 PM

hey dear elt

You are the man... my best part is poems Smile

so thank you so much for sharing....

warm regards,

ad

**Ashtoret** · 12-28-2005, 10:15 PM

Bro ,I m in the same way.. Many thanx for ur sharing..

***FirefoX*** · 12-29-2005, 03:43 PM

I have just translated a famous Turkish poem for you.
However, it's not one of my favourite poems yet because I'm 22 : )

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OTUZ BE� YA�

Ya� otuz be�! yolun yar�s� eder.
Dante gibi ortas�nday�z �mr�n.
Delikanl� �a��m�zdaki cevher,
Yalvarmak, yakarmak nafile bug�n,
G�z�n�n ya��na bakmadan gider.

�akaklar�ma kar m� ya�d� ne var?
Benim mi Allah�m bu �izgili y�z?
Ya g�zler alt�ndaki mor halkalar?
Neden b�yle d��man g�r�n�rs�n�z,
Y�llar y�l� dost bildi�im aynalar?

Zamanla nas�l de�i�iyor insan!
Hangi resmime baksam ben de�ilim.
Nerde o g�nler, o �evk, o heyecan?
Bu g�ler y�zl� adam ben de�ilim;
Yaland�r kayg�s�z oldu�um yalan.

Hayal meyal �eylerden ilk a�k�m�z;
Hat�ras� bile yabanc� gelir.
Hayata beraber ba�lad��m�z,
Dostlarla da yollar ayr�ld� bir bir;
Gittik�e art�yor yaln�zl��m�z.

G�ky�z�n�n ba�ka rengi de varm��!
Ge� farkettim ta��n sert oldu�unu.
Su insan� bo�ar, ate� yakarm��!
Her do�an g�n�n bir dert oldu�unu,
�nsan bu ya�a gelince anlarm��.

Ayva sar� nar k�rm�z� sonbahar!
Her y�l biraz daha benimsedi�im.
Ne d�n�p duruyor havada ku�lar?
Nerden ��kt� bu cenaze? �len kim?
Bu ka��nc� bah�e g�rd�m tarumar?

Neylersin �l�m herkesin ba��nda.
Uyudun uyanamad�n olacak.
Kimbilir nerde, nas�l, ka� ya��nda?
Bir namazl�k saltanat�n olacak,
Taht misali o musalla ta��nda.

Cahit S�tk� Taranc�

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AGE THIRTY-FIVE

The age is thirty-five! Half of the way!
We're in the middle of life like a Dante.
The fire we felt at the time of our youth,
When complaining is no use any longer,
Goes out without caring about tears.

Did it snow on my temples or what's this?
God, this wrinkled face belongs to me?
Or those purple bulges beneath my eyes?
Why did you become enemy to me,
Oh the mirrors I knew as friends for years.

How the man changes with time!
The man at those pictures is not me.
Oh those days, my desires, and excitement!
This cheerful man is not me.
That I lack of troubles is but a lie.

My first love like only a dream,
Is now strange even as a memory.
Our ways separated, one by one;
With the friends we began our lives,
My loneliness gradually increases.

There was also another colour of sky!
I recognized a stone hard so late.
Water would drown man, fire would burn!
Everyday, rising, is a trouble,
One understands when he comes to this age.

Quince's yellow, pomegranate's red autumns!
Which I accept a little further each year.
Why are the birds still circling around at sky?
Why is this funeral? Who died again?
How many such gardens did I see topsy-turvy?

What can you do, death comes to all us.
You fall asleep; and you don't wake up.
Who knows, where, how, at what age?
You will have a single prayer long sovereignty,
By the grave stone as if it was your throne.

Cahit S�tk� Taranc�

Note: Please tell me if I make any mistake...

***DaNgErOuS*** · 12-30-2005, 12:33 AM

thanks

***Clarita*** · 12-30-2005, 04:18 PM

Thanks...