Its nice to include the original

DAVET

Dörtnala gelip Uzak Asya'dan
Akdenize bir kısrak başı gibi uzanan
Bu memleket bizim!
Bilekler kan içinde, dişler kenetli
ayaklar çıplak
Ve ipek bir halıya benzeyen toprak
Bu cehennem, bu cennet bizim!
Kapansın el kapıları bir daha açılmasın
Yok edin insanın insana kulluğunu
Bu davet bizim!
Yaşamak bir ağaç gibi tek ve hür
Ve bir orman gibi kardeşÃ§esine
Bu hasret bizim!

Nazım Hikmet

He is great poet

You are right...

BEDREDDIN
Outside of the Turkic world, Bedreddin is best known through the Epic of Sheikh Bedreddin, a narrative poem by famed leftist poet Nazim Hikmet. In Osman’s Dream, a magnificent newly-published single-volume history of the Ottoman Empire, author Caroline Finkel quotes an English translation of Hikmet’s imagined ode to oneness sung by Bedreddin’s followers as they prepared for their final confrontation with the Sultan’s forces:



To be able to sing together
pulling the nets all together from the sea,
together to forge the iron like a lace,
all together to plow the soil,
to be able to eat the honey-filled figs together
and to be able to say:
everything but the cheek of the beloved
we all share together
everywhere
To achieve this
Ten thousand heroes sacrificed their eight thousand


In Turkey and in isolated corners of the lands that once comprised the Ottoman Empire, the memory of Bedreddin is still very much alive

Beautiful Roswitha ..ty

I hope the idiot who thinks Nazim was a traitor reads this.

How dare he compares his own compassion for the fatherland, with that of Nazim?

I think the idiot is gone

Calling as idiot to someone who showed barely the thruts is the only way of poor creatures like you guys. You probably call Turkish Armed Forces as racists as well due to they've read an ATSIZ poem titled heroism instead of the traitor's' on every celebration of national days in Republic of Türkiye.

Don't you ?

Ben dahil, herkes senin salak olduguna karar verdi....ben seni uyarmistim.

Bence kendini daha fazla rezil etme...

Biz dediğin kim, bir araya gelmiş üç beş zavallı. Bence siz bu rezilliğinize sadece burada devam edin.

Ondan önce sen yukarıda sorduğum soruya cevap ver.

Ok we get that the two of you are Turkish. So please be man enough behind your words and at least write in English, so we can understand. :-S

For god's sake !
Can we have some privacy here?

Erlik, when you call a world famous poet a "traitor" or as "that dog", you shouldn't be surprized when somebody calls you an idiot.

Did you ever take your time and answer my questions? "Importing communism exclusively for me" doesn't answer my questions. I'd asked you some very logical questions and as it is common with you the greywolves, you did not even take them into consideration. What kind of a reasoning method are you using; is it something called "National Logic" following the examples of National Geography, National History - concepts added into school syllabuses by your nationalist ministers a few decades ago.

I think you will be left waiting Vineyards. Unfortunately darling Erlik does not answer questions. He only responds with further attacks - much like a rabid dog does

Forget the ideologies,taste the poem:

The Blue-Eyed Giant, the Miniature
Woman and the Honeysuckle


He was a blue-eyed giant,
He loved a miniature woman.
The woman's dream was of a miniature house
with a garden where honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house.

The giant loved like a giant,
and his hands were used to such big things
that the giant could not
make the building,
could not knock on the door
of the garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
at that house.

He was a blue-eyed giant,
he loved a miniature woman,
a mini miniature woman.
The woman was hungry for comfort
and tired of the giant's long strides.
And bye bye off she went to the embraces of a rich dwarf
with a garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house.

Now the blue-eyed giant realizes,
a giant isn't even a graveyard for love:
in the garden where the honeysuckle grows
in a riot of colours
that sort of house...


NAZIM HIKMET RAN

( Richard McKane )

yasamak

Yasamak bir agac gibi,
tek ve hür,
Ve bir orman gibi
kardescesine,
Bu
bizim Hasretimiz!


Nazim Hikmet

His friend Pablo Neruda relates Hikmet's account of how he was treated after his arrest: ``Accused of attempting to incite the Turkish navy into rebellion, Nazim was condemned to the punishments of hell. The trial was held on a warship. He told me he was forced to walk on the ship's bridge until he was too weak to stay on his feet, then they stuck him into a section of the latrines where the excrement rose half a meter above the floor. My brother poet felt his strength failing him: my tormentors are keeping an eye on me, they want to watch me suffer. His strength came back with pride. He began to sing, low at first, then louder, and finally at the top of his lungs. He sang all the songs, all the love poems he could remeber, his own poems, the ballads of the peasants, the people's battle hymns. He sang everything he knew. Ans so he vanquished the filth and his torturers.*'' In prison, Hikmet's Futurist-inspired, often topical early poetry gave way to poems with a more direct manner and a more serious tone. Enclosed in letters to his family and friends, these poems were subsequently circulated in manuscript. He not only composed some of his greatest lyrics in prison, but produced, between 1941 and 1945, his epic masterpiece, Human Landscapes. He also learned such crafts as weaving and woodworking in order to support himself and his family. In the late Forties, while still in prison, he divorced his second wife and married for a third time. In 1949 an international committee, including Pablo Picasso, Paul Robeson, and Jean Paul Sartre, was formed in Paris to campaign for Hikmet's release, and in 1950 he was awarded the World Peace Prize. The same year, he went on an eighteen-day hunger strike, despite a recent heart attack, and when Turkey's first democratically elected government came to power, he was released in a general amnesty.

Within a year, however, his persecution had resumed full force. Simone de Beauvoir recalls him describing the events of that time: ``He told me how a year after he came out of prison there were two attempts to murder him (with cars, in the narrow streets of Istanbul) And then they tried to make him do the military service on the Russian frontier: he was fifty. The doctor, a major, said to him: ``Half an hour standing in the sun and you're a dead man. But I shall give you a certificate of health.'' So then he escaped, across the Bosphorus in a tiny motorboat on a stormy night -when it was calm the straits were too well guarded. He wanted to reach Bulgaria, but it was impossible with a high sea running. He passed a Rumanian cargo ship, he began to circle it, shouting his name. They saluted him, they waived handkerchiefs, but they didn't stop. He followed them and went on circling them in the height of the storm; after two hours they stopped, but without picking him up. His motor stalled, he thought he was done for. At last they hauled him aboard; they had been telephoning to Bucharest for instructions. Exhausted, half dead, he staggered into the officers' cabin; there was an enormous photograph of him with the caption: SAVE NAZIM HIKMET. The most ironical part, he added, was that he had already been at liberty for a year.**''

I love this, too.
Even these lines symbolize communist ideology,I like them.
I think the important thing is picking up the beauties in each ideology,religion,culture and belief,and then creating your own ideology.

Bugun Pazar

Bugun beni ilk defa günese cikardilar.
Ve ben ömrumde ilk defa gökyüzünün
bu kadar benden uzak
bu kadar mavi
bu kadar genis olduguna sasarak
kimildamadan durdum.

Sonra saygiyla topraga oturdum,
dayadim sirtimi duvara.
Bu anda ne düsmek dalgalara,
bu anda ne kavga, ne hürriyet, ne karim.

Toprak,gunes ve ben... Bahtiyarim...

NAZIM HIKMET
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NAZIM HIKMET, 24 Eylul 1945

En guzel deniz:
henuz gidilmemis olanidir...
En guzel cocuk:
henuz buyumedi.
En guzel gunlerimiz:
henuz yasamadiklarimiz.
Ve sana soylemek istedigim en guzel soz:
henuz soylememis oldugum sozdur...

Nazim Hikmet

I always wish I was born before, so that I could have been among the first to translate Nazim Hikmets beautiful poetry..

Well said, Aenigma!!!!

The Walnut Tree

my head foaming clouds, sea inside me and out

I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park

an old walnut, knot by knot, shred by shred

Neither you are aware of this, nor the police


I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park

My leaves are nimble, nimble like fish in water

My leaves are sheer, sheer like a silk handkerchief

pick, wipe, my rose, the tear from your eyes

My leaves are my hands, I have one hundred thousand

I touch you with one hundred thousand hands, I touch Istanbul

My leaves are my eyes, I look in amazement

I watch you with one hundred thousand eyes, I watch Istanbul

Like one hundred thousand hearts, beat, beat my leaves


I am a walnut tree in Gulhane Park

neither you are aware of this, nor the police

hi
this website all about Turkish poetry and literature i'm sure you will like it


http://www.cs.rpi.edu/~sibel/poetry/sair_listesi.html



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFfn2bBkBHA&feature=related

GONE by N. Hikmet:

Night and snow on the window-panes.
The rails gleam in the white night
reminding you of going
and never coming back.
In the third-class waiting room
a woman is lying,
her feet bare,
a black kerchief round her head.
I walk up and down.
Night and snow on the window-panes.
Inside some people are singing -
a song my comrade loved
so much.
His favourite song,
his favourite,
his-
Comrades, do not look into my eyes,
I am trying not to weep.
In the white night the rails gleam,
reminding you of going
and never coming back.
A woman in a black kerchief
is lying
in the third-class
waiting-room,
her feel bare.
Night and snow on the window-panes.
Somewhere inside they are singing.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fYm2yI66m8E&feature=related



Atilla ilhan's poem

may be he was a great poet and a great philospher but thats not enough to be a good citizen.Thinking and idea freedom ofcourse sacred and have to under constitutional guaranty,but everyone have to be very carefull while using this main rights for don't give any harm to social peace.After all noone never can deny he was a great poem,but still big doubts about his citizenship...

mrx benim bir amacim yok bu siiri buraya koyarken ki amacim sadece Atilla ilhan ask siirleri yapmadi ayni arada farkli siirler'de yapti onu bellirtmekti ve benim sevdigim siirlerden biridir ve sevdigim bir sairdir ayni arada hepsi bu. herneyse umarim kimse yanlis anlamaz.cunku ben tartisma yaratmak yada ona v.b seyler yapmak istemiyorum.

Hav...hav...hak...tü (you got it)

freedom is sacred,but social peace is more.And i think philosophers,intellectuals and artists most responsible ones for protect social peace by to be aware of common sensitiveness of nation...

Lev Kreft: Art and Politics in the 20th century

I think, in order to understand Nazim Hikmet, you need to have a little bit of brains.
In order to love him you have to have, not much, but a bit of a heart.

Neither heart nor brains exist in my country's racist nationalists.

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Memleketim, memleketim, memleketim,

ne kasketim kaldı senin ora işi,

ne yollarını taşımış ayakkabım,

son mintanım da sırtımda paralandı çoktan

Şile bezindendi.

Sen şimdi yalnız saçımın akında,

enfarktında yüreğimin,

alnımın çizgilerindesin memleketim,

memleketim,

memleketim...
memeleketim youtube
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Nazim's reply to the people called him traitor


A turkish proverb:
Ardında yüz köpek havlamayan kurt, kurt değildir.
A wolf is not a wolf if there are not at least 100 dogs barking at him. (
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As long as songs are sang in Turkish language
As long as somebody says 'seni seviyorum gülüm' in Turkish,
As long as somebody laughs and writes requiems in Turkish language,
THERE WILL BE NAZIM HIKMET.

i think noone of us enough capable for critise his poems and his fame,but noone of us never forget that his one of the most politic symbol on big political arguments..

To understand a traitor, firstly need to be a traitor.

Foreigners might love him for they do not know the truths.
What has he done ? Why he is not loved by too many people in Türkiye? The only thing he's done was accusing ATATÜRK as a murderer(!), as a servant of Bourgeois(!) due to couple of communists got killed in a boat.

Even Some are labeled as fascits by your cheap rotten thoughts but they been known how loved theirs country at good and bad times. Are you calling yourselves patriots ? Get outta here.

i bet everyone loves this great country more then each other and i believe noone of us more patriot then other one,just we all have to be aware of common sensitiveness this great&rich culture and country (on art,on act,on ideas,on criticisms etc..)

unbearable lightness of being one of 100 dogs. (referring to "Ardında yüz köpek havlamayan kurt, kurt değildir.")

A turkish proverb:
Ardında 40 it havlamayan kurt, kurt değildir.
A wolf is not a wolf if there are not at least 40 dogs barking at him.

So, how many people are you ? When you reach at 40 , remind me to announce my wolf state.

well..
Somebody was going on 'hav hav' up there..

Well...Nazim knew his dogs, when he saw them...)))))))))))))))

"Hav...Hav...Hak...tü"

Taken from a traitor's poem.

Maybe now someone's brain which thick as a brick can catch the point.

Well, remind me when you reach at 40.

hm... the same turn-over into dog of a "wolf" sprang into my mind with a poem of phaedrus:
A certain man had been mangled by the bite of a violent dog, and he offered the evil-doer a piece of bread infused with his own blood because he had heard this was a way to heal the wound. Then Aesop said these words: "Don't do this thing in front of more dogs, or else they might devour us alive when they find out that this is the reward for their crime." The success of wicked men lures more to do the same.

PS do not look for the metrics, erlik han, as it is translated as a naration

Vatan haini değil mi karar vereceğim diyordun, ne oldu ? Şiiri yazdım açıklamasını da yazdım, ama hala dilin varmıyor değil mi yoldaş nazım verzinsky'ye vatan haini demeye. İyi şiir yazıyor ama değil mi ? O ATATÃœRK lafını ağzına alırken dikkat et, çarpılırsın.

Sen siiri anlamamissin ki, neyini aciklayacaksin?

dostlar,sanırım Nazım'dan çok bizim bu ülkeyi ve insanlarımızı ne kadar sevdiğimiz önemli her nekadar onun gibi (''güzel'') şiir yazamasak bile..

Trabzon'da bir motor açılıyor/Sa-hil-de-ka-la-ba-lık
Motoru taşlıyorlar/Son perdeye başlıyorlar!
Burjuva, Kemal'in omzuna binmiş
Kemal kumandanın kordonuna
Kumandan kahyanın cebine inmiş
Kahya adamların donuna/Uluyorlar/Hav..Hav..Hak..Tü
Yoldaş unutma bunu/Burjuvazi ne zaman aldatsa bizi
Böyle haykırır/Hav..Hav...Hak..Tü..


İşte şiir, biraz inceleyelim. Sahilde kalabalık dediği adamlar ATATÃœRK dahil herkes, kumandan büyük ihtimalle Trabzon'un askeri komutanı, Kemal dediği kim ATATÃœRK...Yani, ATATÃœRK burjuva'dan emri almış, komutan vasıtasıyla yahya kahya ve adamlarına cinayet işlettirmiş. Kısaca demeye getiriyor ki ATATÃœRK dahil hepsi, dış güçlerin köpeği. Şunu ortaokul talebesine okutsam, hiçbir şeyden haberi olmayan sabi bile anlar ne anlatıldığını.

Ataturkun o sirada Trabzonda ne isi var?

NAZIM'in anlattigi Ataturkun sirtina yuklenmis burjuva - ve onlarin denize acilan kayigi kovalayan kopekleri...

Okudugunu anlamiyorsun...sana yazacak baska sozum yok.

I guess the poetry section is ruined now too

28 Ocak 1921. Mustafa Suphi ve yanındaki TKP üyeleri Rusya'ya geçmek için Trabzon'dan motora binerler. Motorda kayıkhanede kahyalık yapan yahya kahya da vardır. Motoru taşlamak diye bir olay söz konusu değil. O sadece betimleme yapıyor. Motor açılınca kahya ve adamları , Mustafa Suphi ve tayfasını öldürüp denize atar. Buraya kadar herşey normal. Sıradan bir cinayet vakası. Ama yahya kahya , Topal Osman'a yakın bir kişidir. Topal Osman'da bilindiği üzrev ATATÃœRK'e hareket ettiği gerekçesi ile Ali ŞÃ¼krü ( ismini yanlış hatırlıyor olabilirim) adlı mebusu öldürür. Sonrasında yahya kahya'yı da ölüdrür Topal Osman. Ve kendi de TBMM'nin önünde asılır. Yani Topal Osman İttihatçı ve ATATÃœRKÇÜ, yahya da ona yakın birisi. Kısaca yahya kahya bu işi yaptığına göre, buna bir yerlerden emir gelmiş gibi bir izlenim çıkıyor ki bu sadece olağan bir komplo teorisi. Buna rağmen , bu şiiri yazmış. O şiirden ATATÃœRK'ü çıkarırsan hepsini çıkarman lazım gelir ki. O zaman Mustafa Suphi ve tayfası da ihtihar etmiş olur. Olmadığına göre....

NOt : şirinde yazdığı komutan büyük ihtimalle Topal Osman.

Mustafa Suphi ve Yoldaşları

Ãœlkemizdeki sosyalizm mücadelesinin ilk önderlerinden Mustafa Suphi ve yoldaşları, 28 Ocak 1921'de Ankara hükümetinin düzenlediği bir komplo sunucu katledildiler.
Suphi'nin mücadelesi 1908'de Osmanlı baskısına karşı başladı. 1912'de Sinop'a sürgün edildi. Sinop'tan Rusya'ya geçen Suphi, Sovyet Devrimi'ne katıldı. Artık bir komünisttir. 1918'de Osmanlı Tutsakları Sosyalist Örgütleri Kurultayı'nı topladı. Doğu Halkları Komünist Örgütleri Merkez Bürosu'nda, Komintern'de görevler aldı. 1920'de Ankara, İstanbul ve Bakü'de ayrı gruplar halinde bulunan komünistleri birleştirerek Türkiye Komünist Partisi'nin kuruluşunu ilan etti.
Suphi ve 14 yoldaşı, 1921'de Anadolu'ya gitme kararı aldılar. Mustafa Kemal de TKP Merkez Komitesi'ne bir davet mektubu göndermişti. Ama TKP'ye davet mektubu yazan M. Kemal, adamlarına Suphiler'in Ankara'ya gelişinin önlenmesi talimatını da yollamıştı. Suphi ve yoldaşları 28 Ocak 1921'de Trabzon'da elleri kelepçelenip bir tekneye bindirildiler. Onların arkasından hareket eden teknedeki katiller tarafından deniz ortasında süngülenerek katledildiler.

Bak yoldaşlar(!)ne yazmış ? Nazım ne yazmıştı ? Ãœst üste koyarsan bak bakalım ne çıkıyor. Bu kadar açıklama yeter sanırım.

Not: Yoldaşlar(!) her zamanki gibi ezilen halklar geyiğini biraz abartmış tabii. Kelepçe falan yok, kendi istekleriyle Rusya'ya geçiyorlardı. TKP'ye davet mektubu falan da göndermemiş ATATÃœRK. Ankara'ya gelişinin durdurlması talimatının verildiğini neresinden uydurmuş o da ayrı bir konu.