THE GLOOMY NEWS (After rhe big earthquake in 1930s)
there is a bird in Erzincan province
no silver no silver on her wings
my beloved gone..never came back again
no hope of her returning from now on
oh high mountains..high mountains..oh..high mountains
taking its bloody head in its hands
in the middle of the white wild snow
the province ERZİ NCAN weeps in tears
if it did not weep who would have weeped like that
the snow falls in abundance, in flakes to the ground
some say it is a brizzard which comes and passes
but ı cannot say that too
the dead
lying..shoulder to shoulder..side by side
cannot talk and chat
cannot burn their fires at night
the dawn brightens, the sun rises...the horizon enlightens
but noone to get water goes
with their heads pressed heavily down..the dead
slept in their unawakable sleeps..may be dream
from its white stone addressing to the night
the military barracks's clock struck the time as two
how quick..how instant ended the living and the life
some in their six months
some with white beards
some in thirteen..may be fourteen
some intended to go for merry voyage
some waiting for a letter in hope
the dead...lying side by side..shoulder to shoulder
in the churn there was butter
but could not be beaten and never
and the white cheeses ready could not be put into bags
the dead gone in longing and in thirst
they were not satisfied and never got satisfaction of the world
they could not wake up and escape
not being a bird could not fly away
the wells opened for them to save
but nobody could afford to descend
the horses of erzincan walk in ampling on
but the dead could not be able to ride on
the dead..lying side by side..shoulder to shoulder on ground
P.S.I had nothing to give in my purse
but ı wrote a poem from my heart not to get it worse
Nazı m Hİ KMET
Translation metin Ş AHIN
poem by Metin Sahin
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