Rus sair ve gazeteci Ilya Grigoryevic Ehrenburg’un olum yildonumu (31 Agustos 1967)
Ogullarimizin ogullari
ogullarimizin ogullari sasiracaklar
tarih kitaplarini karistirirken:
"1914...1917...1919...
neler cekmişler? zavalliciklar"
yeni bir cagin cocuklari savaslari okuyacak;
yazarlarin generallerin adlarini ogrenecekler,
olulerin sayisini,
tarihleri ogrenecekler...
...biz gece yatisina gelmistik bu dunyaya.
sevdik, yiktik, yasadik
olu saatimizde.
ama tepemizde sonsuz yildizlar vardi,
o yildizlarin altinda yarattik sizi.
hala hasretimiz isir gozlerinizde,
sozlerinizde isyanimiz soylenir.
geceye, caglara, caglara sactik cunku
sonmus hayatımizin kivilcimlarini
sonmemek uzere bir daha
The sons of our sons will marvel,
Paging the textbook:
"1914...1917...1919...
How did they live? The poor devils!"
Children of a new age will read of battles,
Will learn the names of orators and generals,
The numbers of the killed,
And the dates...
...We were guests of the earth for one evening only.
We loved, we destroyed, we lived in the hour of our death.
But overhead stood the eternal stars,
And under them we begot you.
In your eyes our longing still burns,
In your words our revolt reverberates yet
Far into the night, and into the ages, the ages, we have scattered
The sparks of our extinguished life.


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