To Alya
You are on my mind
Does the mountain forget the magma inside it
That slowly rising from the bottom
That burning
That cauterization from the heart's bond
Does the mountain ever forget.
You are on my mind
Like the beautiful days I lived, every moment
Yesterdays with you,
Associations, weddings, you are on my mind.
Can a person forget the land he worked
That fig tree whose fruit he collected every day
Without praising it
Can he pass by?
If they killed me, I would not sleep without kissing you
Without hugging you
The emptiness in my chest would not be filled
One, "very tired" in me
Running around all day long.
You are on my mind
Like ancient civilizations
I open you carefully
A dustpan in one hand, a brush in the other
My hands touch the places that have not seen daylight for thousands of years
You are my
Getting up and walking towards the world
On those shady vineyard roads
My name is shouted out loud.
Perhaps throughout my entire life
You are the most meaningful victory I have ever won
In the fights I have entered.
I, the man by the fire
A woman could be too, of course
She grabs you by the arms and pulls you to herself
She peels off everything she has on her and throws it into the flames
Not to put out the fire
You are on my mind
With the rush of ants preparing their winter clothes
From seven in the morning to nine in the evening
You are running around
How beautifully your hands love living
You know how to recreate the world
You become Hepatu or Ishtar
When I think of you
You are cleaning eggplants and okra
On your kitchen table. Can I ever forget these?
Can a person ever forget
Just like his childhood
The things he has accumulated in his heart.
IT WAS THE SEASON OF LILAC/To my Alya
To the other
To a poor woman
I bought peppers and eggplants at the market
The old man in front of me didn't have enough money
I held the lilac in my hand
I smelled it and left it
To where her hair ended.
I guess it was the season of lilac
I ran to reach the end of her heart
I looked for the poorest person in the world
If you drank water, the season would change
A whole city from end to end
Your motherless picture.
That's why I went back and forth to death's feet
I couldn't convince
I wanted my execution
From the beauty of her hand
Right as it passed through her face
I wanted someone to shoot me.
I guess it was the season of lilac
How else could I know
That her skin smelled so good
That one side of her was always morning
I didn't learn from anyone.
IF I DIE IT WILL SNOWFALL INTO THE HEART OF THE WORLD
If I die
I will remain like a bad moment
On the face of the world, the stars
Will look as if they were looking at a night
Maybe a few footprints of mine will remain
A few of my waiting ones on the roads of union.
If I die it will snow in the heart of the world
The cold will probably hit the cherries
I know that my funeral will be carried by orphaned children
The imam may not lead my prayer.
If I die my books will stay in my country
You stay in my country with all your beauty
Burn me and scatter me knowing your sin
Let the wind of my country take my ashes.
If I die, I have two sorrows that will not go away
One, thinking of the mountains is spring in my mind
One, not being able to see you until the last moment
If I die, give my voice to the birds
Let them climb to the most lonely hills and sing
Since you are my lover, my friend
Take off your veil and show your face
Let my eyes feast as they die.
If I die
Remember me like a pleasant scent
I loved the rose the most among the flowers
No matter what climate of the world you are in
Don't be afraid of the sounds of jackals
Don't be afraid of the howls of wolves
Bring me roses at night.
Hasan Ildız
YOU WERE A HUGE CITY
You had seas beating your knees
They said you had a sea view
Those who talked about you
They attributed your bare feet
To that.
You were a huge city
I got to know you as I lived
The inner regions far from that shore
As I traveled, the East of the East grew
A plundering army in your suburbs
Committed murders
Extorted money, you kept quiet.
I got to know you as I lived
While one side of you was increasing,
The other side was decreasing
You were being mothballed in those hot days of love
To the roots of your hair
You smelled of Asvinik.
When I met you
The flag of fear was waving
Whichever street I entered
Whichever neighborhood I walked
Liberated areas...
Dead Alya, oh those young dead
Every evening would be a little more Mediterranean
You would drink coffee after coffee
To suppress
Pain and fatigue
In the blade of a guillotine
You would go back and forth until morning
Day to night
You would sleep like the dead.
YOU TELL ME TO RUN
This rain can fall at night
It can also add hail
The police at night
Can raid
These gulf places of the city
Can interrogate
You Tell Me To Run
The dead of anemones
This poem
Girls can come to the matinee
The girl who calls me uncle
Her mother can beat
When she goes home
She may not give her husband for life.
The rain can fall at night
Love drives people crazy
A girl can go down to the beach barefoot.
That's when God can be seen
Lasido and Dosilo
Can dance on the beach.
You tell me to run
Your mother is a flower of pain
Look, I am writing
My inside is a country of motherless girls
You have to embroider your lace
Like a love story
Widen towards the mountains as you write
Oh that son of a bastard
Oh the one I want to drown
He can stay behind me
The bad ones always stay behind
My inside is burning with pain
You have to tell me to run.
HUMAN IS A WITNESS/To Alya
Human is a witness
That human is suffering
This blood is the blood of familiar wounds
Touch your tongue now cold.
It tastes like ash
The longest sentence you have ever made
The tablet has not been read yet
There is no commentary on the brick
Perhaps it will not be made
This last stone will be placed in its place
Or else the pyramid
It will cry like an incomplete yesterday.
The fallen fell to the ground
Before air and water
How many prophets did he meet with how many gods
Human is a witness
The well he knitted inside
It is still dark and blurry
The caravan is a dry crowd.
He opened the waterway himself
If I said, the mountains would be offended by
me
That girl will set her heart on
The rain prayers I prayed for.
Human is a witness
His body has always worn out
His heart is hard as rocks
A goodwill under every stone
Evil was a rush that could not fit into time.
IT WAS THE SEASON OF LILAC/To my Alya
I guess it was the season of lilac.
I walked from one end of her hair
To the other
To a poor woman
I bought peppers and eggplants at the market
The old man in front of me didn't have enough
money
I held the lilac in my hand
I smelled it and left it
To where her hair ended.
I guess it was the season of lilac
I ran to reach the end of her heart
I looked for the poorest person in the world
If you drank water, the season would change
A whole city from end to end
Your motherless picture.
That's where all my actions began
That's why I went back and forth to death's
feet
I couldn't convince
I wanted my execution
From the beauty of her hand
Right as it passed through her face
I wanted someone to shoot me.
I guess it was the season of lilac
How else could I know
That her skin smelled so good
That one side of her was always morning
I didn't learn from anyone.
IF I DIE IT WILL SNOWFALL INTO THE HEART OF THE WORLD
If I die
I will remain like a bad moment
On the face of the world, the stars
Will look as if they were looking at a night
Maybe a few footprints of mine will remain
A few of my waiting ones on the roads of
union.
If I die it will snow in the heart of the
world
The cold will probably hit the cherries
I know that my funeral will be carried by
orphaned children
The imam may not lead my prayer.
If I die my books will stay in my country
You stay in my country with all your beauty
Burn me and scatter me knowing your sin
Let the wind of my country take my ashes.
If I die, I have two sorrows that will not go
away
One, thinking of the mountains is spring in my
mind
One, not being able to see you until the last
moment
If I die, give my voice to the birds
Let them climb to the most lonely hills and
sing
Since you are my lover, my friend
Take off your veil and show your face
Let my eyes feast as they die.
If I die
Remember me like a pleasant scent
I loved the rose the most among the flowers
No matter what climate of the world you are in
Don't be afraid of the sounds of jackals
Don't be afraid of the howls of wolves
Bring me roses at night.