14/3/2009 - YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE SPLITTING UP - AYRILALI YILLAR OLDU
YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE SPLITTING UP
Years have passed since splitting up, who knows where you are?
I could do anything to see you and hear your voice
Your jetblack eyes, your wavy hair are unforgettable
Never think you’ve been forgotten, you’re always on my mind without being forgotten.
Your memory had stayed somewhere deep in my heart
The oppressive years had pulled you away from me
Noone has said “I love you” except you
Noone has known our love except us
I am left alone and our love has become a song
I have been thinking of you with this song.
Written by: Serdar Yıldırım
AYRILALI YILLAR OLDU
Ayrılalı yıllar oldu, şimdi sen kimbilir nerelerdesin?
Seni görebilmek için, sesini duyabilmek için neler vermezdim
Simsiyah gözlerini, dalga dalga saçlarını unutmak mümkün değil
Unutuldum sanma, her zaman aklımdasın unutulmuş değilsin.
Kalbimin bir köşesinde hatıran kalmış
O zalim yıllar seni benden çekip almış
Bana senden başkası seviyorum demedi
Aşkımızı bizden başka kimse bilmedi
Sensiz kaldım aşkımız bir şarkı oldu
Yıllardır ben bu şarkıyla seni anarım.
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13/3/2009 - WHY FALLING IN LOVE WİTHOUT BEİNG LOVED ? - AŞIK OLUP SEVİLMEMEK
WHY FALLING IN LOVE WİTHOUT BEING LOVED?
If eyes see, heart likes and falls in love
The passion to meet lights fire
Reality and dream get mixed into each other
One moment comes and arched eyebrows are frowned.
He had loved a lot of beautiful ones without being loved
He knows that there is no remedy for this trouble
The lover also bears the trouble
Why falling in love without being loved?
Days full of hope and expectation
Passed with happiness and grief
We had tried hard but too hard
But couldn’t answer the riddle called love.
AŞIK OLUP SEVİLMEMEK NEDENDİR?
Göz görse, gönül sever, aşık olur
Kavuşmak tutkusu bir ateş yakar
Hayal, gerçek birbirine karışır
Bir an gelir hilal kaşlar çatılır.
Çok güzeller sevmiş, seveni olmaz
Bilir ki, bu derde çare bulunmaz
Seven aşık dert yükünü çeker de
Aşık olup sevilmemek nedendir?
Umutlar, ümitlerle dolu günler
Sevinçler, kederlerle geçti günler
Çok ama pek çok uğraştık yine de
Aşk denen bilmeceyi çözemedik.
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12/3/2009 - THE KANGAROO WITHOUT ITS CHILD - YAVRUSU OLMAYAN KANGURU
THE KANGAROO WITHOUT ITS CHILD
A kangaroo hadn’t been able to have a baby
It had adopted a rabbit and had put it into its bag
The kangaroo had been happy and so had the rabbit
But the others had been angry so,
They had made a plan to get rid of the rabbit
They had kidnapped the rabbit while sleeping
The kangaroo had seen her empty bag when she had woken up
She had been shocked and sorry
And had made an arrangement with the poisonous snake
In the bag had been the snake and the kangaroo among the others
Being afraid of the snake the others had given the rabbit back
And they had said that that was a plan in a plan.
YAVRUSU OLMAYAN KANGURU
Kangurunun birinin yavrusu olmazmış
Bir tavşanı evlat edinip torbasına koymuş
Kanguru memnun, tavşan mutlu
Ama diğer kangurular kızgınmışlar.
Tavşandan kurtulmak için, bir plan yapmışlar
Onlar uykudayken tavşanı kaçırmışlar
Kanguru uyanınca bakmış torbası boş
Şaşırmış kalmış buna olmuş içi bir hoş.
Kanguru zehirli yılanla anlaşma yapmış
Torbada yılan, kanguru kangurular arasında
Yılandan korkan kangurular tavşanı geri vermişler
Plan plan içinde böyle olur demişler.
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28/2/2009 - I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL - İstanbul'u Dinliyorum Gözlerim
I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
At first there blows a gentle breeze
And the leaves on the trees
Softly flutter or sway;
Out there, far away,
The bells of water carriers incessantly 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, in a hue and cry
While 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 is serene and cool,
A hubbub at the hub of the market,
Mosque yards are brimful of pigeons,
At the docks while hammers bang and clang
Spring 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 since bygone bacchanals,
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.
Now a dainty girl walks by on the sidewalk:
Cusswords, tunes and songs, malapert remarks;
Something falls on the ground out of her hand,
It's 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;
I know your brow is moist with sweat
And your lips are wet.
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
Orhan Veli Kanik
("İstanbul'u Dinliyorum Gözlerim Kapalı" şiiri)
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28/2/2009 - On parting..(to my wife) - Geleceğim bazen uykudayken sen...
On parting..(to my wife)
Sometimes I'll come when you're asleep,
An unexpected visitor.
Don't leave me outside in the street.
Don't bar the door!
I'll enter quietly, softly sit.
And gaze upon you in the dark.
Then when my eyes have gazed their fill,
I'll kiss you and depart.
Nikola VAPTSAROV
Geleceğim bazen uykudayken sen...
Geleceğim bazen, uykudayken sen
Beklenmedik uzak bir konuk gibi
Sokakta bir başıma koyma beni
Kapıyı sürgüleme üstümden.
Usulca girecek bir yere ilişeceğim
Bir zaman, karanlıkta, bakacağım yüzüne
Görüntün doyasıya dolunca gözlerime
Seni kucaklayacak ve çıkıp gideceğim...
Çev: Ataol BEHRAMOĞLU
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SONRAKİ SAYFA
14/3/2009 - YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE SPLITTING UP - AYRILALI YILLAR OLDUYEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE SPLITTING UPYears have passed since splitting up, who knows where you are? I could do anything to see you and hear your voice Your jetblack eyes, your wavy hair are unforgettable Never think you’ve been forgotten, you’re always on my mind without being forgotten. Your memory had stayed somewhere deep in my heart The oppressive years had pulled you away from me Noone has said “I love you” except you Noone has known our love except us I am left alone and our love has become a song I have been thinking of you with this song. Written by: Serdar Yıldırım AYRILALI YILLAR OLDU Ayrılalı yıllar oldu, şimdi sen kimbilir nerelerdesin? Seni görebilmek için, sesini duyabilmek için neler vermezdim Simsiyah gözlerini, dalga dalga saçlarını unutmak mümkün değil Unutuldum sanma, her zaman aklımdasın unutulmuş değilsin. Kalbimin bir köşesinde hatıran kalmış O zalim yıllar seni benden çekip almış Bana senden başkası seviyorum demedi Aşkımızı bizden başka kimse bilmedi Sensiz kaldım aşkımız bir şarkı oldu Yıllardır ben bu şarkıyla seni anarım. |
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13/3/2009 - WHY FALLING IN LOVE WİTHOUT BEİNG LOVED ? - AŞIK OLUP SEVİLMEMEK
WHY FALLING IN LOVE WİTHOUT BEING LOVED?
If eyes see, heart likes and falls in love
The passion to meet lights fire
Reality and dream get mixed into each other
One moment comes and arched eyebrows are frowned.
He had loved a lot of beautiful ones without being loved
He knows that there is no remedy for this trouble
The lover also bears the trouble
Why falling in love without being loved?
Days full of hope and expectation
Passed with happiness and grief
We had tried hard but too hard
But couldn’t answer the riddle called love.
AŞIK OLUP SEVİLMEMEK NEDENDİR?
Göz görse, gönül sever, aşık olur
Kavuşmak tutkusu bir ateş yakar
Hayal, gerçek birbirine karışır
Bir an gelir hilal kaşlar çatılır.
Çok güzeller sevmiş, seveni olmaz
Bilir ki, bu derde çare bulunmaz
Seven aşık dert yükünü çeker de
Aşık olup sevilmemek nedendir?
Umutlar, ümitlerle dolu günler
Sevinçler, kederlerle geçti günler
Çok ama pek çok uğraştık yine de
Aşk denen bilmeceyi çözemedik.
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12/3/2009 - THE KANGAROO WITHOUT ITS CHILD - YAVRUSU OLMAYAN KANGURU
THE KANGAROO WITHOUT ITS CHILD
A kangaroo hadn’t been able to have a baby
It had adopted a rabbit and had put it into its bag
The kangaroo had been happy and so had the rabbit
But the others had been angry so,
They had made a plan to get rid of the rabbit
They had kidnapped the rabbit while sleeping
The kangaroo had seen her empty bag when she had woken up
She had been shocked and sorry
And had made an arrangement with the poisonous snake
In the bag had been the snake and the kangaroo among the others
Being afraid of the snake the others had given the rabbit back
And they had said that that was a plan in a plan.
YAVRUSU OLMAYAN KANGURU
Kangurunun birinin yavrusu olmazmış
Bir tavşanı evlat edinip torbasına koymuş
Kanguru memnun, tavşan mutlu
Ama diğer kangurular kızgınmışlar.
Tavşandan kurtulmak için, bir plan yapmışlar
Onlar uykudayken tavşanı kaçırmışlar
Kanguru uyanınca bakmış torbası boş
Şaşırmış kalmış buna olmuş içi bir hoş.
Kanguru zehirli yılanla anlaşma yapmış
Torbada yılan, kanguru kangurular arasında
Yılandan korkan kangurular tavşanı geri vermişler
Plan plan içinde böyle olur demişler.
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28/2/2009 - I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL - İstanbul'u Dinliyorum Gözlerim
I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
At first there blows a gentle breeze
And the leaves on the trees
Softly flutter or sway;
Out there, far away,
The bells of water carriers incessantly 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, in a hue and cry
While 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 is serene and cool,
A hubbub at the hub of the market,
Mosque yards are brimful of pigeons,
At the docks while hammers bang and clang
Spring 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 since bygone bacchanals,
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.
Now a dainty girl walks by on the sidewalk:
Cusswords, tunes and songs, malapert remarks;
Something falls on the ground out of her hand,
It's 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;
I know your brow is moist with sweat
And your lips are wet.
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
Orhan Veli Kanik
("İstanbul'u Dinliyorum Gözlerim Kapalı" şiiri)
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28/2/2009 - On parting..(to my wife) - Geleceğim bazen uykudayken sen...
On parting..(to my wife)
Sometimes I'll come when you're asleep,
An unexpected visitor.
Don't leave me outside in the street.
Don't bar the door!
I'll enter quietly, softly sit.
And gaze upon you in the dark.
Then when my eyes have gazed their fill,
I'll kiss you and depart.
Nikola VAPTSAROV
Geleceğim bazen uykudayken sen...
Geleceğim bazen, uykudayken sen
Beklenmedik uzak bir konuk gibi
Sokakta bir başıma koyma beni
Kapıyı sürgüleme üstümden.
Usulca girecek bir yere ilişeceğim
Bir zaman, karanlıkta, bakacağım yüzüne
Görüntün doyasıya dolunca gözlerime
Seni kucaklayacak ve çıkıp gideceğim...
Çev: Ataol BEHRAMOĞLU
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SONRAKİ SAYFA
13/3/2009 - WHY FALLING IN LOVE WİTHOUT BEİNG LOVED ? - AŞIK OLUP SEVİLMEMEKWHY FALLING IN LOVE WİTHOUT BEING LOVED?If eyes see, heart likes and falls in love The passion to meet lights fire Reality and dream get mixed into each other One moment comes and arched eyebrows are frowned. He had loved a lot of beautiful ones without being loved He knows that there is no remedy for this trouble The lover also bears the trouble Why falling in love without being loved? Days full of hope and expectation Passed with happiness and grief We had tried hard but too hard But couldn’t answer the riddle called love. AŞIK OLUP SEVİLMEMEK NEDENDİR? Göz görse, gönül sever, aşık olur Kavuşmak tutkusu bir ateş yakar Hayal, gerçek birbirine karışır Bir an gelir hilal kaşlar çatılır. Çok güzeller sevmiş, seveni olmaz Bilir ki, bu derde çare bulunmaz Seven aşık dert yükünü çeker de Aşık olup sevilmemek nedendir? Umutlar, ümitlerle dolu günler Sevinçler, kederlerle geçti günler Çok ama pek çok uğraştık yine de Aşk denen bilmeceyi çözemedik. |
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12/3/2009 - THE KANGAROO WITHOUT ITS CHILD - YAVRUSU OLMAYAN KANGURU
THE KANGAROO WITHOUT ITS CHILD
A kangaroo hadn’t been able to have a baby
It had adopted a rabbit and had put it into its bag
The kangaroo had been happy and so had the rabbit
But the others had been angry so,
They had made a plan to get rid of the rabbit
They had kidnapped the rabbit while sleeping
The kangaroo had seen her empty bag when she had woken up
She had been shocked and sorry
And had made an arrangement with the poisonous snake
In the bag had been the snake and the kangaroo among the others
Being afraid of the snake the others had given the rabbit back
And they had said that that was a plan in a plan.
YAVRUSU OLMAYAN KANGURU
Kangurunun birinin yavrusu olmazmış
Bir tavşanı evlat edinip torbasına koymuş
Kanguru memnun, tavşan mutlu
Ama diğer kangurular kızgınmışlar.
Tavşandan kurtulmak için, bir plan yapmışlar
Onlar uykudayken tavşanı kaçırmışlar
Kanguru uyanınca bakmış torbası boş
Şaşırmış kalmış buna olmuş içi bir hoş.
Kanguru zehirli yılanla anlaşma yapmış
Torbada yılan, kanguru kangurular arasında
Yılandan korkan kangurular tavşanı geri vermişler
Plan plan içinde böyle olur demişler.
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28/2/2009 - I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL - İstanbul'u Dinliyorum Gözlerim
I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
At first there blows a gentle breeze
And the leaves on the trees
Softly flutter or sway;
Out there, far away,
The bells of water carriers incessantly 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, in a hue and cry
While 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 is serene and cool,
A hubbub at the hub of the market,
Mosque yards are brimful of pigeons,
At the docks while hammers bang and clang
Spring 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 since bygone bacchanals,
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.
Now a dainty girl walks by on the sidewalk:
Cusswords, tunes and songs, malapert remarks;
Something falls on the ground out of her hand,
It's 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;
I know your brow is moist with sweat
And your lips are wet.
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
Orhan Veli Kanik
("İstanbul'u Dinliyorum Gözlerim Kapalı" şiiri)
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28/2/2009 - On parting..(to my wife) - Geleceğim bazen uykudayken sen...
On parting..(to my wife)
Sometimes I'll come when you're asleep,
An unexpected visitor.
Don't leave me outside in the street.
Don't bar the door!
I'll enter quietly, softly sit.
And gaze upon you in the dark.
Then when my eyes have gazed their fill,
I'll kiss you and depart.
Nikola VAPTSAROV
Geleceğim bazen uykudayken sen...
Geleceğim bazen, uykudayken sen
Beklenmedik uzak bir konuk gibi
Sokakta bir başıma koyma beni
Kapıyı sürgüleme üstümden.
Usulca girecek bir yere ilişeceğim
Bir zaman, karanlıkta, bakacağım yüzüne
Görüntün doyasıya dolunca gözlerime
Seni kucaklayacak ve çıkıp gideceğim...
Çev: Ataol BEHRAMOĞLU
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SONRAKİ SAYFA
12/3/2009 - THE KANGAROO WITHOUT ITS CHILD - YAVRUSU OLMAYAN KANGURUTHE KANGAROO WITHOUT ITS CHILDA kangaroo hadn’t been able to have a baby It had adopted a rabbit and had put it into its bag The kangaroo had been happy and so had the rabbit But the others had been angry so, They had made a plan to get rid of the rabbit They had kidnapped the rabbit while sleeping The kangaroo had seen her empty bag when she had woken up She had been shocked and sorry And had made an arrangement with the poisonous snake In the bag had been the snake and the kangaroo among the others Being afraid of the snake the others had given the rabbit back And they had said that that was a plan in a plan. YAVRUSU OLMAYAN KANGURU Kangurunun birinin yavrusu olmazmış Bir tavşanı evlat edinip torbasına koymuş Kanguru memnun, tavşan mutlu Ama diğer kangurular kızgınmışlar. Tavşandan kurtulmak için, bir plan yapmışlar Onlar uykudayken tavşanı kaçırmışlar Kanguru uyanınca bakmış torbası boş Şaşırmış kalmış buna olmuş içi bir hoş. Kanguru zehirli yılanla anlaşma yapmış Torbada yılan, kanguru kangurular arasında Yılandan korkan kangurular tavşanı geri vermişler Plan plan içinde böyle olur demişler. |
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28/2/2009 - I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL - İstanbul'u Dinliyorum Gözlerim
I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL
I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;
At first there blows a gentle breeze
And the leaves on the trees
Softly flutter or sway;
Out there, far away,
The bells of water carriers incessantly 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, in a hue and cry
While 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 is serene and cool,
A hubbub at the hub of the market,
Mosque yards are brimful of pigeons,
At the docks while hammers bang and clang
Spring 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 since bygone bacchanals,
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.
Now a dainty girl walks by on the sidewalk:
Cusswords, tunes and songs, malapert remarks;
Something falls on the ground out of her hand,
It's 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;
I know your brow is moist with sweat
And your lips are wet.
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
Orhan Veli Kanik
("İstanbul'u Dinliyorum Gözlerim Kapalı" şiiri)
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28/2/2009 - On parting..(to my wife) - Geleceğim bazen uykudayken sen...
On parting..(to my wife)
Sometimes I'll come when you're asleep,
An unexpected visitor.
Don't leave me outside in the street.
Don't bar the door!
I'll enter quietly, softly sit.
And gaze upon you in the dark.
Then when my eyes have gazed their fill,
I'll kiss you and depart.
Nikola VAPTSAROV
Geleceğim bazen uykudayken sen...
Geleceğim bazen, uykudayken sen
Beklenmedik uzak bir konuk gibi
Sokakta bir başıma koyma beni
Kapıyı sürgüleme üstümden.
Usulca girecek bir yere ilişeceğim
Bir zaman, karanlıkta, bakacağım yüzüne
Görüntün doyasıya dolunca gözlerime
Seni kucaklayacak ve çıkıp gideceğim...
Çev: Ataol BEHRAMOĞLU
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SONRAKİ SAYFA
28/2/2009 - I AM LISTENING TO ISTANBUL - İstanbul'u Dinliyorum GözlerimI AM LISTENING TO ISTANBULI am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed; At first there blows a gentle breeze And the leaves on the trees Softly flutter or sway; Out there, far away, The bells of water carriers incessantly 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, in a hue and cry While 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 is serene and cool, A hubbub at the hub of the market, Mosque yards are brimful of pigeons, At the docks while hammers bang and clang Spring 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 since bygone bacchanals, 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. Now a dainty girl walks by on the sidewalk: Cusswords, tunes and songs, malapert remarks; Something falls on the ground out of her hand, It's 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; I know your brow is moist with sweat And your lips are wet. 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 Orhan Veli Kanik ("İstanbul'u Dinliyorum Gözlerim Kapalı" şiiri) |
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28/2/2009 - On parting..(to my wife) - Geleceğim bazen uykudayken sen...
On parting..(to my wife)
Sometimes I'll come when you're asleep,
An unexpected visitor.
Don't leave me outside in the street.
Don't bar the door!
I'll enter quietly, softly sit.
And gaze upon you in the dark.
Then when my eyes have gazed their fill,
I'll kiss you and depart.
Nikola VAPTSAROV
Geleceğim bazen uykudayken sen...
Geleceğim bazen, uykudayken sen
Beklenmedik uzak bir konuk gibi
Sokakta bir başıma koyma beni
Kapıyı sürgüleme üstümden.
Usulca girecek bir yere ilişeceğim
Bir zaman, karanlıkta, bakacağım yüzüne
Görüntün doyasıya dolunca gözlerime
Seni kucaklayacak ve çıkıp gideceğim...
Çev: Ataol BEHRAMOĞLU
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28/2/2009 - On parting..(to my wife) - Geleceğim bazen uykudayken sen...On parting..(to my wife)Sometimes I'll come when you're asleep, An unexpected visitor. Don't leave me outside in the street. Don't bar the door! I'll enter quietly, softly sit. And gaze upon you in the dark. Then when my eyes have gazed their fill, I'll kiss you and depart. Nikola VAPTSAROV Geleceğim bazen uykudayken sen... Geleceğim bazen, uykudayken sen Beklenmedik uzak bir konuk gibi Sokakta bir başıma koyma beni Kapıyı sürgüleme üstümden. Usulca girecek bir yere ilişeceğim Bir zaman, karanlıkta, bakacağım yüzüne Görüntün doyasıya dolunca gözlerime Seni kucaklayacak ve çıkıp gideceğim... Çev: Ataol BEHRAMOĞLU |
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