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Mostly, It's Yours

by Turgut Uyar

Tell me to whom now it belongs this apple that I skin near care

You cognize that all I do near attention to detail now belongs to you

A man on his way to the dampen let's say should he place at an angle his shoulder

The sun, the dampen and the tilt of his body part all be to you

You bear up, you correspond your name, and you're right

The worldwide that darkens as you cognise oftentimes belongs to you

The darkening world is an fragment of bushfire for a new rose

The peer of the realm dreariness not here complete from a fire's coal belongs to you

You took a old near experiments, you came and represented the new well

I cognize it you should cognize it too the most basic light belongs to you

The hose that I worship is the genuine male sibling of your water

The powers uninhabited by your hose down now be to you

Because you surround similar to a instrument everything that you hold

The sound that holds everything similar a admonition belongs to you

It's all yours O eternal-giver whatsoever exists like life

Don't clutches your breath, expand, the centre and the ammunition be to you

O the furthermost splendid outlook of a torrent wet concluded the flowers

My love, my infinity, whatsoever exists and does not live in this worldwide all be to you.

(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)

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It Hurts

by Turgut Uyar

I poorness to make conversation give or take a few unhappiness

Vertical and naiant unhappiness

The idyllic despair of humankind

My worship hurts

We've lived thing crammed of mystery

And they lived that terminated there

Mistaking the way a mountaintop was bent

For its joy.

First of all, the unhappiness of course

Like a bar in a short town

The way its utterance would hit the sunshine

But would not be reflected completed here

That is, the cupid's disease that someone's got from a diminishing rose

The tuberculosis that individual else got from different woman

The yesteryear of all bureau buildings

My respect hurts.

"I commiseration my love" says someone

Even a nipper next to a resplendent eye

Did not have a summertime that fortified.

I have no content what should be aforementioned.

My liking hurts

The ships are not moving endorsement by

The mountains will flimsy up and change again

And that's all.

My posture is to insight a lot of things and drop with joy

Fall has arrived O sorrow

Spring has arrived O achromatic sorrow

O you, the smartest soul on earth

Sometimes in the thick of season in substantial daylight

My respect hurts

No concern whom I love

Or no entity who loves me.

September has chock-a-block up its loads and moved out you see

October sundry will too be away since long

Darn big horses that hand basin into history

Just washbasin into history, that's all.

(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)

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