Turk sair ve yazar Cahit Sitki Taranci'nin dogum yildonumu (4 Ekim 1910)
Age 35! That makes half of the way!
We are in the middle of life like Dante.
The vigour of our youth,
-Crying and begging is in vain today,
Ends without caring about your tears.
Did it snow on my temples or what's this?
God, is this wrinkled face mine?
Or these purple rings beneath my eyes?
Why do you seem as enemies,
The mirrors which I knew as my friends for years?
How men change by time!
The man in any picture is not me.
Where are those days, where is that glow and excitement?
This merry man is not me.
My care freeness is just a lie.
Our first love is something like a dream,
I find strange even its memory now.
Our ways separated one by one,
With the friends we had begun living.
Our loneliness grows gradually.
I've noticed too late that stone is hard.
Water drowns and fire burns!
Each new day brings a new trouble,
And men can discover all these just at this age.
Quince's yellow, pomegranate's red; autumn,
Which I adopt a little more each year.
Why are the birds wandering in the sky?
What funeral is this? Who is dead?
After how many gardens is this one that I see as scattered?
Unfortunately death is for everybody.
You'll fall asleep but you won't wake up again.
Who knows where, how, when?
You'll have a single prayer's glory,
On that throne-like gravestone.
I want a country
let the sky be blue, the bough green, the cornfield yellow
let it be a land of birds and flowers
I want a country
let there be no pain in the head, no yearning in the heart
let there be an end to brothers' quarrels
I want a country
let there be no rich and poor, no you and me
on winter days let everyone have hose and home
I want a country
let living be like loving fromthe heart
if there must be complaint, let it be of death


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