mltm, this is beautiful!!..

I found the translation of the poem:

SINCE I WAS THROWN INSIDE

Since I was thrown inside
         the earth has gone around the sun ten times.
If you ask it :          "Not worth mentioning
                                 a microscopic scan."
If you ask me :          "Ten years of my life."

I had a pencil
          the year I was thrown inside.
I used it up after a week of writing. If you ask it :
          "A whole lifetime."
If you ask me :
          "What´s a week."

Since I´ve been inside
Osman did his seven-and-a-half
          for manslaughter and left,
          knocked around on the outside for a while,
          then landed back inside for smuggling,
          served six months, and got out again;
yesterday we had a letter - he´s married,
          with a kid coming in the spring.

They´re ten years old now
    the children who were born
       the year I was thrown inside.
And that year´s foals, shaky on their spindly long legs,
     have been wide-rumped, contented mares for some time.
But the olive seedlings are still saplings,
                                             still children.

New squares have opened in my far off city
                                             since I was thrown inside.
And my family now lives
       in a house I haven´t seen
                         on a street I don´t know.
Bread was like cotton, soft and white,
                         the year I was thrown inside. Then it was rationed,
and here inside men killed each other
                     over black loaves the size of fists.
Now it´s free again
but dark and tasteless.

The year I was thrown inside
        the SECOND hadn´t started yet.
The ovens at Dachau hadn´t been lit,
nor the atom bomb dropped on Hiroshima.

Time flowed like blood from a child´s slit throat.
Then that chapter was officially closed.
Now the American dollar talks of a THIRD.

Still, the day has gotten lighter
                since I was thrown inside.
And "At the edge of darkness,
   pushing against the earth with their heavy hands,
              THEY´ve risen up" halfway.

Since I was thrown inside
              the earth has gone around the sun ten times.
And I repeat once more with the same passion
                     what I wrote about THEM
                         the year I was thrown inside :
"They who are numberless
                        like ants in the earth,
                                           fish in the sea,
                                                  birds in the air,
who are cowardly, brave,
                                   ignorant, wise,
                                         and childlike,
and who destroy
                          and create,
my songs tell only of their adventures."
                                 And anything else,
                                        such as my ten years here,
                                              is just so much talk.

                                                                            1947

                          tr. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk

It is heart rending   It is bound to be someones life.

 Ahh yes, the Turks are masters of the melodramatic

 It is Nazım Hikmet´s life

 yeah we r damn turks..melodramatic....dramatic..tragedic... blah blah....but  reveal the turk love in urself ...tc´s  naughty blondie

 Hehehe nice to see you back

I am surprised you are not logged in with your "proper" name though - it´s important to stay on that list!

 forget about it...this is beautiful this way...just spying

 Hahaha an old re-surfaced thread just reminded me of our spying smiley....

I was reading a poetry by Nazim Hikmet called "Some Advice To Those Who Will Serve Time In Prison". Does anyone has the orginal turkish text of this poem. it is much appreciated if somebody can send me the turkish text of this poem.

Hassan