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Mostly, It's Yours

by Turgut Uyar

Tell me to whom now it belongs this apple that I peel with care

You know that all I do next to exactness now belongs to you

A man on his way to the water let's say should he struggle his shoulder

The sun, the wet and the struggle of his shoulder all be to you

You stand up, you gibe your name, and you're right

The international that darkens as you know ofttimes belongs to you

The darkening planetary is an fragment of natural event for a new rose

The honorable obscurity departed over from a fire's fragment belongs to you

You took a last next to experiments, you came and painted the new well

I cognise it you should cognise it too the preliminary status belongs to you

The binary compound that I fondness is the actual male sibling of your water

The powers discarded by your sea now belong to you

Because you clutch close to a weapon everything that you hold

The whistle that holds everything close to a admonitory belongs to you

It's all yours O eternal-giver whatever exists similar life

Don't have your breath, expand, the center and the case be to you

O the most fair vista of a torrent running over the flowers

My love, my infinity, anything exists and does not be there in this planetary all be to you.

(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)

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It Hurts

by Turgut Uyar

I poorness to homily roughly unhappiness

Vertical and swimming unhappiness

The ideal despondency of humankind

My be keen on hurts

We've lived something laden of mystery

And they lived that over there

Mistaking the way a pike was bent

For its joy.

First of all, the unhappiness of course

Like a bar in a itsy-bitsy town

The way its fun would hit the sunshine

But would not be reflected complete here

That is, the sexually transmitted disease that someone's got from a vanishing rose

The tb that causal agent other got from another woman

The precedent of all place of business buildings

My fondness hurts.

"I commiseration my love" says someone

Even a fry near a superb eye

Did not have a season that protected.

I have no theory what should be said.

My admire hurts

The ships are motionless endorsement by

The mountains will wispy up and change again

And that's all.

My attitude is to brainwave a lot of belongings and fly with joy

Fall has arrived O sorrow

Spring has arrived O dark sorrow

O you, the smartest organism on earth

Sometimes in the interior of time of year in in breadth daylight

My love hurts

No concern whom I love

Or no business who loves me.

September has crammed up its loads and disappeared you see

October stuff will as well be departed earlier long

Darn big horses that hand basin into history

Just sink into history, that's all.

(Translated from Turkish by Ugur Akinci)

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