Peninsula, by Cemal Sureya

Is it time? it's not.
It's not the time that flows, it's the distances.

The hammer of the sun is up there
The knife of the water is down
Chrome is humble, copper's shy,
Tree: between a drop and two sparks
The wind doesn't know where to blow from
The edges are cut,
Shimmering in the places to settle.

We're broken, and we further will be
But the murderer doesn't know it either that they killed,
And the thief doesn't know it either that they stole
We are newbies of a new life.
Everything we know is being reshaped,
Our poetry, our loves, reshaped,
Maybe we're in the last dark days
Maybe we'll see the first good days
There's something pungent about this mood
It's between the past and the future
Between agony and delight
Between fury and forgiveness

We're broken, and we further will be
Throughout the entire world, from East to West
But the dagger a brother pounds another with
Creates a connection between two hearts
Grows there, one day, enriches itself
Because both the elixir that brought Ali back to life
And the poison offered to Hasan are hidden there
Granite will also be as lively as an ocean
Rivers will flow more docile.
Just the way a flower blooms on its own
Just the way a bird flies
The human will love, and work the same way
As the arid land strikes the mountains
The rose will collapse from its dawn
From the golden dawn of nature
From the golden dawn of humans
From the golden dawn of history

We're broken, and we further will be

No one can touch our innocence.

Yar─▒mada, Cemal S├╝reya

Zaman m─▒? de─čil zaman.
Akan zaman de─čil mesafelerdir.

G├╝ne┼čin ├žekici yukar─▒da
Suyun b─▒├ža─č─▒ a┼ča─č─▒da
Krom al├žakg├Ân├╝ll├╝, bak─▒r utanga├ž,
A─ča├ž: bir damla iki k─▒v─▒lc─▒m aras─▒nda.
R├╝zgar bilmiyor nereden esece─čini
S─▒n─▒rlar kesik,
Yerle┼čme yerlerinde balk─▒ma.

Biz k─▒r─▒ld─▒k daha da k─▒r─▒l─▒r─▒z
Ama katil de bilmiyor ├Âld├╝rd├╝─č├╝n├╝,
H─▒rs─▒z da bilmiyor ├žald─▒─č─▒n─▒
Biz yeni bir hayat─▒n acemileriyiz.
B├╝t├╝n bildiklerimiz yeniden ┼čekilleniyor,
┼×iirimiz, a┼čk─▒m─▒z yeniden,
Son k├Ât├╝ g├╝nleri ya┼č─▒yoruz belki
─░lk g├╝zel g├╝nleri de ya┼čar─▒z belki
Kekre bir ┼čey var bu havada
Ge├žmi┼čle gelecek aras─▒nda
Ac─▒yla sevin├ž aras─▒nda
├ľfkeyle ba─č─▒┼č aras─▒nda

Biz k─▒r─▒ld─▒k daha da k─▒r─▒l─▒r─▒z
Do─čudan bat─▒ya b├╝t├╝n d├╝nyada
Ama karde┼čin karde┼če vurdu─ču han├žer
─░ki ci─čer aras─▒nda ba─člant─▒ kurar
B├╝y├╝r, bir g├╝n, zenginle┼čir orada
Çünkü Ali'yi dirilten iksir de saklı
Hasan'a sunulmu┼č a─ču da,
Granitin de olur bir okyanus dirili─či
Nehirler daha uysal akar.
Bir ├ži├žek nas─▒l a├ž─▒l─▒yorsa kendili─činden
Bir ku┼č nas─▒l u├žuyorsa
├ľyle sever, ├žal─▒┼č─▒r insan
K─▒ra├žlar ├žarpt─▒k├ža da─člara
G├╝l g├Â├ž├╝r├╝r ┼čafa─č─▒ndan
Do─čan─▒n alt─▒n ┼čafa─č─▒ndan
─░nsan─▒n alt─▒n ┼čafa─č─▒ndan
Tarihin alt─▒n ┼čafa─č─▒ndan

Biz k─▒r─▒ld─▒k daha da k─▒r─▒l─▒r─▒z

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