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Don Juan

Дон-Жуан

Kibirli ve çok yalın bir düş görmekteyim ben
Asılmak küreklere, ya da bir atı dört nala sürmek
Aldatmak o geçmek bilmeyen zamanı
Durmadan yeni dudaklar öperek

Ve yaşlılıkta, uyarak İsa’nın öğüdüne
Tövbekâr olmak, küllerle örtmek başımı;
Ve kurtarıcı yükü bastırmak göğsüme,
O ağır, demirden haçı.

Fakat tam zafer sarhoşluğunu tatmadayken bir yeni başarımın
Solgun bir uyurgezer gibi uyanırım birden
Ürkerek sessizliğinden geçtiği yolların

Hiçbir kadından çocuğu olmamış
Gereksiz bir atom parçasından başka neyim ki ben
Hiçbir erkeği "kardeşim" diye kucaklayam

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Don Juan (Rhyming)

This dream of mine is arrogant and plain: / To grasp the oar, to jump into the races, / To swindle sluggish time by switching faces, / Caressing lips that never are the same; / / And in old age adopt Christ's legacy: / Debase my head and sprinkle it with ashes / And hold salvation's b...

Groves Of Palms And Thickets Of Wild Aloe...

Groves of palms and thickets of wild aloe, / Shallow brook is silvery and dull, / Endless blue sky dome spanned over fallow, / Sky is golden from sun rays and lull. / / Heart of mine, what else do you desire? / Is a bliss a fairy tale or lie? / Why do you give in yourself entire / T...

She Who Scatters The Stars

You're not always haughty and estranged, / Your desire for me stays unchanged, / / Calmly, softly, gently, as in dream, / You, like vision, sometimes come to me. / / Braided strand is on your forehead tanned, / I am not allowed to kiss this strand, / / Your large eyes are kindle...

Death

Gentle, pale, in ashen-white attire / Thou appeared with caressing eyes. / Thou was different when I met thee prior / In swords' clang, in trumpet battle cries. / / And thou seemed to be a golden-drunk who, / Having bared a sparkling breast in spate, / In the midst of bloody war fog, ...

Clever Devil

My old best friend, my faithful Devil, / Sang me a ditty of his own: / "All night a sailor held sea level, / But at the dawn he sank like stone. / / The waves like walls stood all around, / They fell then raised white crests again, / His great love passed, before he drowned, / ...

A Book Reader

Book reader, I too wanted to locate / My calm bliss in humility of conscience, / And I adored them, those strange paths, innate, / Where there's no hope and there is no remembrance. / / To ever swim along the brooks of lines, / To enter straits of chapters with impatience, / And to ob...