As many languages as we speak,as many differences that we can have in between us,but there is one thing unchangable,no matter coloures,tounges,places,it just can beat them all !
That is ,heart beat..... Love .

How do poets say İ love you in poems in their own mother tongue languages ?

Thanks to bliss,reading old post of her,made me think about it,
So first contribution will be form bliss,

İn Russian,

"Я Люблю Тебя..."

Я люблю тебя, как море любит солнечный восход,
Как нарцисс, к волне склоненный,- блеск и холод сонных вод.
Я люблю тебя, как звезды любят месяц золотой,
Как поэт - свое созданье, вознесенное мечтой.
Я люблю тебя, как пламя - однодневки-мотыльки,
От любви изнемогая, изнывая от тоски.
Я люблю тебя, как любит звонкий ветер камыши,
Я люблю тебя всей волей, всеми струнами души.
Я люблю тебя, как любят неразгаданные сны:
Больше солнца, больше счастья, больше жизни и весны.

Мирра Лохвицкая
*****

"I love you . . ."

I love you as the sea loves the sunrise,
As Narcissus loves the glimmer and the coldness of dreamy waters.
I love you as the stars love the crescent moon,
As the poem loves its creator inspired by fancy.
I love you like the flame that attracts the moth to its Death, from exhaustive love and haunted by melancholy.
I love you as the rushes love the eager wind.
I love you with all my will, and all the strings of my soul.
I love you as I love enchanting dreams,
More than the sun itself, more than the happiness itself, more than life or the joy of spring.

Mirra Lokhvitskaya

Thank you for sharing this with us bliss.

Anyone else ?with translation pls.

Surrounded by darkness,
Cold and alone,
An eerie silence,
Music begins,
Softly in the distance,
Wandering blindly,
Searching,
Light upon the horizon,
Strange feelings stirring,
Suddenly overwhelm the mind,
Emotions so great,
More than anything before,
A need to protect,
The precious feeling of love.

Like a flower needs light and water,
Like people need air,food and drink
Like a car needs diesel or petrol
I need you to love me i think


my attempts at expressing the wonderful feeling of love although words aren't really enough
i was bored this morning

Thank you robyn,a very nice poem

But do you have a poem,called 'İ love you' ?

Just to share almost same poem with many languages,and see how poem can express it in their own languges.

i always write poems to get rid of nonsense thoughts in my head so no doubt i do
u will see soon enough

I love you

I love you like the oceans
Vast and without mercy
My feelings surmount
Like a storm upon the sea
Waves crashing upon fishermans ships,
Destroying those in their way
Unstoppable they multiply,
As my love for you grows every day
Until one day the waters calm
And stillness returns


Nice and gloomy god i am too bored

cheers guess im kind of destructive eh?

u can tell we are american and english

I was going to ask for someone to translate both poems to turkish and all i did was copy the first one
sorry about that, fingers just slipped on the keyboard
Both poems are wonderful and i wanted to share them with a friend

Our Turkish friends,don't you know a nice good,heartful poem called 'seni Seviyorum ' ?
İ found some,but i need to translate them first to judge,and its taking time,so can you help us out here ?

Not sure if i can help, as you can tell i am a newbie here. What kind of help did u need?

İf you know a good Turkish peom called 'Seni Seviyorum' for a good poets then would you share it with us,with the English translation ?
And if you are not Turkish,share with us a poem called'İ love you' by your own mother tongue,including the English translation if possible.

Seviyorum Seni - Nazım Hikmet

Seviyorum seni
ekmeği tuza banıp yer gibi
Geceleyin ateşler içinde uyanarak
ağzımı dayayıp musluğa su içer gibi
Ağır posta paketini
neyin nesi belirsiz
telaşlı, sevinçli, kuşkulu açar gibi
Seviyorum seni
denizi ilk defa uçakla geçer gibi
İstanbul'da yumuşacık kararırken ortalık
içimde kımıldayan birşeyler gibi
Seviyorum seni
Yaşıyoruz çok şÃ¼kür der gibi.

I love you
like dipping bread into salt and eating
Like waking up at night with high fever
and drinking water, with the tap in my mouth
Like unwrapping the heavy box from the postman
with no clue what it is
fluttering, happy, doubtful
I love you
like flying over the sea in a plane for the first time
Like something moves inside me
when it gets dark softly in Istanbul
I love you
Like thanking God that we live.

(It is from the poems in Turkish Poems - but thought you might like to see it. I will dedicate it to my love )

It's an unusual one!! But lovely still the same!

I Love You
© By Kandyce N. Summers

I Love You
With my every breath,
With all I have left,
From the deepest depths,
Of my heart, I love you.

With all of my strength,
With ten miles' length,
Every thought I think,
I think that I love you.

For the length of forever,
As long as we're together,
Through good and bad weather,
For always, I love you.

Until the very end of days,
Until God takes my breath away,
Until death separates our ways,
Until then, I love you.

When no one is there,
When you think no one cares,
When love seems too rare,
Remember, I love you.

When everything's gone,
When all has withdrawn,
When hopelessness dawns,
Don't forget, I love you.

When you fall down,
When your dreams come unwound,
When hope can't be found,
Be happy, I love you.

When you make mistakes,
When you're filled with hate,
When you're old and gray,
Even then, I'll love you.

Like dipping bread into salt and eating - uhmmm, I could think of better things to dip my bread into

Till now i couldn't find any poem in my own language called 'İ love You',but this is a beautiful one,till searching for the other.

كل عام و أنتي حبيبتي

كلمات: نزار قباني

كل عام و أنت حبيبتي كل عام و أنا حبيبك

آه يا سيدتي لو كان الأمر بيدي

إذن لصنعت سنة لك وحدك آه .. آه

تفصلين أيامها كما تريدين

و تسندين ظهرك على أسابيعها كما تريدين

و تتشمسين و ترقصين و تكتبين

على رمال شهورها كما تريدين

كل عام و أنت حبيبتي

أقولها لك على طريقتي رافضا كل العبارات

الكلاسيكية التي يرددها الرجال لي مسامع النساء

سوف لن نشتري هذا العيد شجرة

ستكونين أنت الشجرة

و سأعلق عليك أمنياتي و دعواتي

و قناديل دموعي كل عام .. كل عام


Every year and you are my love,
By Nizar Keppani

Every year and you are my lover,
Every year and i am your lover.

Ohh My lady,if it was in my hand,
İ would've made a year just for you

Ohh,ohhh,you sew its days as you want
And lay your back on its weeks as you want

You sunbathe,dance,write on its month's sands as you want.

Every year,and you are my lover

İ'm telling it to you on my own way,
Refusing all the classic expressions,
Which men say it over and over to women.

This year,we won't buy a tree,
You will be my tree

And i will hang my wishes,my prayers,and containers of my tears on you.
Every year...every year..

Ps:We here when we exchange greetings of new year or bayram or any good occasions
We say a wish or some kind of doa 'prayer'saying
Wish you every year you be good.

So here he is not wishing anything except,every year she be his love.

Wish you like it .

İ dedicate it to my man ,with modification ofcourse

Thx aenigma,glad that you liked it

But infact this poet is Syrian,but he lived in Egypt for a while,therefore his style is easy for us too.
The difference between Arabic and Egyptian Arabic,is some how like the difference between Britsh English and American English,
Our Egyptian Arabic is the American one.

My attempt,
Check it pls,

Thank you , Canli. This was nice surprise.

Here is my contribution in Turkish, sorry no translation. I think our Sui will do it. Good luck to him.

Seni Seviyorum
Adnan Özer

Seni seviyorum
çağladıkça coşan su
estikçe dellenen rüzgar
ekildikçe anaçlaşan toprak
öğütler bunu bana

seni severken
türküden türküye geçer ırmak
toprak yaz yağmurlarıyla oyanşır
öğle tozlarıyla dolanır rüzgar ufku
adınla uyarırlar beni

seni seviyorum
bağda çillenen salkım
dalda allanan meyva
öttükçe kendini tüketen kabakçı kuşu
öğütler bunu bana

seni severken
yaz güneşi şehvete boğar bahçeyi
kükürt adetleriyle solar bağ yaprakları
ballı incirde yaşar -bin bir cilveli- aşklarını
turunç gerdanlı kuşlar
haberler getirir sağdıçlarım
Gül kurusu mektuplar

seni seviyorum
hayra yorulan düşler
ceviz sandıkta bekarlığının gül suları
taş yastıklarda zümrütüanka kuşları
öğütler bunu bana

From "Aşk şiirleri Antolojisi"

How about Past Tense?

ALEXANDR PUSHKIN

I loved you

I loved you and this love by chance,
Inside my soul has never fully vanished;
No longer shall it ever make you tense;
I wouldn't want to sadden you with anguish.

I loved you speechlessly and wildly,
By modesty and jealousy was stressed;
I loved you so sincerely, so mildly,
As, God permit, you may be loved by someone else.


Я вас любил

Я Bас любил: любовь еще, быть может,
В душе моей угасла не совсем;
Но пусть она Bас больше не тревожит;
Я не хочу печалить Bас ничем.


Я Bас любил безмолвно, безнадежно,
То робостью, то ревностью томим;
Я Bас любил так искренно, так нежно,
Как дай Bам Бог любимой быть другим.

Ohhh,so lovely bliss,Thank you for sharing it with us
And Thank you Sui for translating it .

Anyone can share another poem with us ?

A poem ın spanish , wrıtten by the BEST chilean poet ever ! (and one of the best poets ın the world too, I do not say so because I am chilean though!) Pablo Neruda.
(Me gustas cuando callas...)

Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente,
y me oyes desde lejos y mi voz no te toca.
Parece que los ojos se te hubieran volado
y parece que un beso te cerrara la boca.
Como todas las cosas están llenas de mi alma
emerges de las cosas, llenas del alma mía.
Mariposa de sueño, te pareces a mi alma,
y te pareces a la palabra melancolía.

Me gustas cuando callas y estas como distante.
Y estas quejándote, mariposa en arrullo.
Y me oyes desde lejos, y mi voz no te alcanza:
Déjame que me calle con el silencio tuyo.

Déjame que te hable también con tu silencio
claro como una lampara, simple como un anillo.
Eres como la noche, callada y constelada.
Tu silencio es de estrella, tan lejano y sencillo.

Me gustas cuando callas porque estas como ausente.
Distante y dolorosa como si hubieras muerto.
Una palabra entonces, una sonrisa basta.
Y estoy alegre, alegre de que no sea cierto.
____

English Translation

(I like it when you're quiet...)


I like it when you're quiet because it's like you're absent,
and you hear me from far away, and my voice doesn't touch you.
It appears that your eyes have flown away from you
and it appears that a kiss has closed your mouth.
Like all the things are full of my soul
You emerge from the things filled with my soul.
Butterfly of dreams, you appear to my soul,
and to yourself you look like the word melancholy.

I like it when you're quiet and you're distant.
And you're keeping yourself, butterfly in lullaby.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice doesn't reach you:
Let me calm and quiet myself with your silence.

Permit me also to speak with your silence
Bright like a lamp, simple like a ring.
You are like the night, quiet and full of stars.
Your silence is from stars, so distant and natural.

I like it when you're quiet because it's like you're absent.
Distant and painful, as if you were dead.
One word then, one smile is enough.
And I am happy, happy that isn't certain...



- Pablo Neruda

By the way My poem ıs not called 'I love you' but the poem ıs full of love by ıtself and I posted ıt because ıt ıs my favorıte by Pablo Neruda and I wanted to share ıt wıth all of you!

Hi Dilara!
"Me gustas cuando callas..." is the best love poem ever written!! So deep...Just today I was listening to this poem...Alejandro Sanz version...It can't get any better
It is my favorite too

Dear Canli

I find your idea great and I couldn’t resist joining, although it is against my principle to not posting in topics opened in a wrong category. May I remind you that the name of this category is Turkish Poetry and Literature (just look at the top of the page), and that it is supposed for discussions about Turkish poetry and literature – which doesn’t include "I love you" poems from all over the world

Anyway, as I said, your idea is wonderful, and this is my contribution – a poem of great Serbian poet Jovan Dučić, on Serbian, and its English translation.

I hope you will like it

Сутон

Ја те волим једним жаром невеселим,
и сумњом у тугу и лепоту јада;
срећа коју имам уништава сада
бесконачно другу срећу коју желим.

Заклањаш ми сунце а дала си сама
сто очију моме срцу, и све путе
души, да би ипак сви нестали у те,
као изгубљени звук у долинама.

И сто воља као белих јата к југу,
да сва на твој осврт падну очарана;
и сто вера да ти слете једног дана –
ко сто бледе деце у литију дугу.

Дигла си сто мржња да стражаре, као
сто црних једрила, сва пред твојом луком…
и тако мом даху принела си руком
цват твог бића крупан, отрован и зао.

И свом страшћу прве и последње жене,
владаш мојом душом, свом и свагда слична
судби, тако и ти, силна, непомична,
стојиш измеђ мене и свег око мене.

Док из сухе стене бије нова вода,
и плави цветови из старога пања,
и сијају као у сам дан постања
сва звездана кола са великог свода.

Моју љубав тамну као мрак у части,
ја испуних мржњом, кајањем и страхом –
но жеђ за издајством претвори се махом
сва у нови завет и сласт исповести.

Тако пада горко неко вече бледо
на све моје путе, болно, по све доба,
дубоко у мени: док љубав и злоба,
као два анђела, поју напоредо.

TWILIGHT

I love you with a melancholy ardor
And with doubt in the beauty and gloom of sorrow:
The present happiness is destroying
The infinite other happiness I crave.

For me you erase sunshine, though you did give
A hundred eyes to my heart, and opened
New roads to my soul, but you had them all merge
In you, like sounds that fade into a valley!

A hundred desires resembling white flocks
Headed south, only to land bewitched on your isle;
A hundred religions to trail one day behind you
Like a hundred white-clad children in a procession.

You raised a hundred hatreds to stand guard
Like a hundred black sails at the entrance to your port;
Thus, to my soul, you extended your hand
With the huge poisoned blossom of your being.

With all the passion of the first and last woman
You rule my soul, entire, forever - like
Fate, you too, reign omnipotent, immobile.
You stand between me and all that is around -

While from dried up rocks spring new waters,
And blue flowers blossom from an old stump,
And sparkle as on the day of their birth
All galaxies from a boundless sky!

My love, like the shadows in a thicket,
I filled with hatred, remorse and fear -
But my thirst for treason changed in a flash
Into new oaths and the delights of confession.

Thus falls bitterly, a certain faded twilight
Befogging my road; painfuly and forever,
While deep in me, love and envious malice
Sing together like two angeles in a choir.

Jovan Dučić

My dear girls,
You all are incredible. Thank you all.
My dearest Slavica, thank you for the poem, I am glad that I can read that beautiful poem in Serbian too.
You can add my name on the list of Neruda's fans.
Those are my favourite poems too.
I hope the moderators can excuse us because we post Turkish love poems too
My dear Sui, thank you for the beautiful translation and I think I have rights to post one more for you, if you don't mind of course.

Seni Seviyorum

Hakan Savli

Seni seviyorum
kılıksız, dilenci bir bahar şarkilar söylerken kapida

seni
seviyorum

kumrulara bulandı sabah
taç yapraklarından yorganının altında

ineceği istasyonu şaşırdı kalbim
bir sessiz film kahramanı kadar tuhaf

menekşe yüklü batık bir gemi
buğulu bir senfoni eriyen karadanadam

seni seviyorum
günlerdir ağaç kovuklarında arıyorum ellerini
yok ki
martılara serpiyorum bulduğum pırlantaları
gözleri yok ki...

acı bir tirad
benekli hayat

ışığı süzsem
tortusu yok ki.

Dear slavica,
When i came up with the idea of this thread,i got a bit confused where to post it,
Posting thread in the wrong Farum was an issue for this last week,and it is too against my principle.
But i thought,the idea of posting poem from all over the world,and have them translated into Turkish,beside posting Turkish poem too,and compare between all of them,and the Turkish poem,make the place of this thread is right where it is.
Even if we didn't discuss the differences,but i'm sure you do find yourself compare between them in the style and everything when you reading them after one another.

Thank you for your contribution,it is such a lovely poem,wish you can share more with us .
İ Love it

And thx for the Turkish translation as well,
İ've tried to translate other poem,but i'm afraid i'm still not good enough and afraid to steal the poem beauty with my lack of language proficiently.

Ps: if you feel the thread out of its right place,feel free to move it
İts ok by me,i don't mind,sort it where you think is right.

Thx bliss for the poem,and i think Sui will see its ok that you get more for him ,specially if they were as lovely as the first poem
Waiting for more to come bliss

Our dear Turkish friends,we are waiting for your contribution,for the Turkish poem that you prefer it,and would share it with us .

You are very welcome, Canli.
Sorry no translation again.
It is just more work for Sui .

BEN SENI SEVDIM MI?

Ben seni sevdim mi? Sevdim, kime ne
Tuttum, ta içime oturttum seni
Aldım, okşadım saçlarını, öptüm
İçtim yudum yudum güzelliğini
Ben seni sevdim mi? Sevdim elbette
Bendeydi özlemlerin en korkuncu
Çıldırırdım sen ne kadar uzaksan,
Aşk değil, hiç doymayan bir şeydi bu
Ben seni sevdim mi? Sevdim doğrusu
Sevdikçe tamamlandım, bütünlendim
Biri vardı ağlayan; gecelerce
Biri vardı sana tutkun; o bendim
Ben seni sevdim mi? Sevdim, en büyük
En solmayan güller açtı içimde
Ömrümü değerli kılan bir şeydin
Sen benim bozbulanık gençliğimde
Ben seni sevdim mi? Sevdim, öyle ya
Bir çizgiye vardım seninle beraber
Ve bir gün orada yitirdim seni

Ãœmit Yaşar Oğuzcan

Hi again Dilara!
I know Poem XX, but I also love La cancion desesperada!!... He is such a great writer!
I am so glad that every day I find new people that reads Neruda!!

Alex

aenigma,
İ'm speechless
Thank you so much for your sweet words

This site wouldn't be the same without anyone of you aenigma

Lovely ,friendly people,who come to learn about other cultures,and other people,
Honest with themselves before being honest with others,which made you gain all people respect and love.

Love you all

Edited,after recovering from my speechless case

ALLAH

So lovely Sui,thank you for translating it and made us all share this beauty.
And bliss,many thanks for sharing it with us

We have here Turkish poem,which were none Turk contribution,
We love them all, but what about you ?Turks i mean,
What about your favorite?

Or can we say,it doesn't matter if you were from same culture,or speek same tongue,

But good,heartful poem always reach the heart ?

What do you think ?

"How do poets say İ love you in poems in their own mother tongue languages ?"

at first i understood the question as: HOW DO POETS SAY i love you IN THEIR LANGUAGE, stating that all poets have one language. like music. maybe poets have one language. their heart beat.

a truly profound question.

i would say:

to say, i love you, i have no words enough.
to the beloved, it is best to make them tell u what you sare saying: a poet himself is limited to words.

i would say:

Do you know how the blue sea elevates…
And when the sun dies and reincarnates
I dream of you and I’m glancing
at your eyes, my heart beats dancing

How do you say I LOVE YOU
it feels like a foreign language.

a sailor would say:
My sails warm you as my heart craves
and protect you from the waves


I love you
i breath you
i dream you
how much?
i love you so much that i forget you


i'm tired.

This is probably the best poem about love, ever written in Greek language. The poet was awarded with the Nobel prize.

I have posted it before, but I hope you won't mind reading it again. I wont put it all here, cause there are things that non Greeks would find hard to understand. Here are some parts of it:

such a beautiful poem..we studied odysseus in high school..nice story

lovely poem

love's self is wonderfull anyway,and its really great to see it's miracle like in this wonderfull lines

Such a lovely poem Sophie
A heart taking poem,
Thank you for sharing it with us,
You said you've posted it here before,
can you post the link here ?
we will be grateful

isnt it like a life story... such a painful life for the lovers... destiny huh?



for turkish poems "Ben Sana Mecburum" from Attila İlhan is one of the most effective one...

Sui,can you add the link to the poem please ?

Thank you Sophie

But,reading all those lovely poems in so many languges,it is really true.
Even if it is painful as you said Sui,but its in one language,
And everyone can understand.

Love has a language of his own

Agree ?

İf i may,i want to dedicate this one to my love in his birthday,and share it with you all

Called,İn your eyes is my address by Faruk Cewede

في عينيك عنواني

وقالت: سوف تنساني

وتنسى أنني يوما

وهبتك نبض وجداني

وتعشق موجة أخرى

وتهجر دفء شطآني

وتجلس مثلما كنا

لتسمع بعض ألحاني

ولا تعنيك أحزاني

ويسقط كالمنى اسمي

وسوف يتوه عنواني

ترى..ستقول ياعمري

بأنك كنت تهواني؟!

فقلت:هواك ايماني

ومغفرتي..وعصياني

أتيتك والمنى عندي

بقايا بين أحضاني

ربيع مات طائره

على أنقاض بستان

رياح الحزن تعصرني

وتسخر بين وجداني

أحبك واحة هدأت

عليها كل أحزاني

أحبك نسمة تروي

لصمت الناس..ألحاني

أحبك نشوة تسري

وتشعل نار بركاني

أحبك أنت يا أملا

كضوء الصبح يلقاني

أمات الحب عشاقا

وحبك أنت أحياني

ولو خيرت في وطن

لقلت هواك أوطاني

ولو أنساك يا عمري

حنايا القلب..تنساني

اذا ما ضعت في درب

ففي عينيك..عنواني


İn your eyes is my address.


And she said,
you will forget me,
And forget that someday,i gave you my heart beats .

And fall in love with another wave,
and abandon the warmth of my shores.

And sit as we used to sit,to hear some of my music,
and you won't care my sorrow

And my name fall down like hope,and my address get lost.

İ wonder,will you say my love that you were in love with me ?!

İ said,

your love is my faith,my forgiveness,and my disobedient.
İ came to you,and hopes were remains in my chest
Spring,has died its bird,in a lefted garden.
Winds of sorrow squeezing me,
and make fun in my chest.

İ love you,a garden calmed all my sorrows,
İ love you,a soft wind tell to the silent people my music,
İ love you,joyment flow,and lighten the fire of my volcano,
İ love you,a hope,like a day light meeting me.

Love has murder lovers,
And your love,makes me alive.

İf i to choose a country,
İ would've said,your love is my countries.

And if i forget you my love,
my heart will forget me!

İf i got lost in my way,
İn your eyes is my address !


Happy Birthday My Love

Ofcourse Canli, Sezen Aksu says in one of her songs... 'things without pain have something missing...' and love ofcourse brings pain...
but the feeling of love warms and makes cure for everything... sometime we get hopeless but in a second... with a smile... with a thought and also with one words... everything changes
why do you think i am translating so much poems hehehe
i am proud of loving her for feeling her... with everything... pain... joy... tears... laughing...

- the poem you translated is very nice dont ask... if you want to say those words just do it

and here the other poem wanted to be translated by my dear friend Bliss
it is a bit strange... its the description of world from the eyes of a lover i guess

Seni Seviyorum

Hakan Savli

Seni seviyorum
i love you
kılıksız, dilenci bir bahar şarkilar söylerken kapida
while an undressed, beggar sings spring songs infront of door

seni
I
seviyorum
love you...

kumrulara bulandı sabah
the morning got cloudy with doves
taç yapraklarından yorganının altında
from crown leaves under your blanket

ineceği istasyonu şaşırdı kalbim
my heart lost the station it will get off
bir sessiz film kahramanı kadar tuhaf
strange as a movie star

menekşe yüklü batık bir gemi
a sunk ship loaded with violet
buğulu bir senfoni eriyen karadanadam
a blurry symphony and a melting snowman

seni seviyorum
i love you
günlerdir ağaç kovuklarında arıyorum ellerini
for days, in hollow of trees, i am searching for your hands
yok ki
but they are not there...
martılara serpiyorum bulduğum pırlantaları
waving the brilliants i have found to seagulls
gözleri yok ki...
but they dont have eyes...

acı bir tirad
a bitter speech
benekli hayat
spotted life

ışığı süzsem
if i filter the light
tortusu yok ki.
but it doesnt have sediments



to my beloved,
as sunlight makes you see the colours, and beautiful things, dark or the bright... you do just the same in my life time...with you or nothing...

Thank you Sui

Do you have a similar poem in Turkish with the same meaning?

My dearest Sui!
Thank you for your perfect job.

May I give a try? I’m not from France, but I'm a big fan of French poetry. This is magnificant poem of a great French poet, Jacques Prevert. Hope you’ll like it

Oh god, you all put such excruciatingly beautiful poems, I especially loved the one posted by Canli.
Love and pain.... on that topic, I'd like to post a poem I really like by a Polish Nobel Prize winning poet.
Its turkish translation you can find here:
http://www.turkishclass.com/poem_80

Thank you note

I owe a lot to those I don't love.
Relief, with which I approve
that they are closer to someone else.

Joy that it's not me who's the wolf
among their sheeps.

I have peace with them
and I am free with them,
and this is what love can
neither give nor take.

I don't wait for them
from window to door.
Patient
almost like a solar clock,
I understand
what love doesn't,
I forgive,
what love would never forgive.

Between a meeting and a letter
there is not an eternity,
but simply a few days or weeks.

My journeys with them are always successful,
concerts heard,
cathedrals visited,
landscapes clear.

And when we're separated
by seven mountains and rivers,
they are mountains and rivers
well known from the maps.

It's only thanks to them,
that I live in three dimensions,
in space unlyrical and unrhetorical,
with real since stable horizon.

They themselves don't know
how much they carry in their empty hands.

'I don't owe them anything' -
love would say
about this open topic.


in Polish:

Podziękowanie

Wiele zawdzięczam
tym, których nie kocham.

Ulgę, z jaką się godzę,
że bliżsi są komuś innemu.

Radość, że nie ja jestem
wilkiem ich owieczek.

Pokój mi z nimi
i wolność mi z nimi,
a tego miłość ani dać nie może,
ani brać nie potrafi.

Nie czekam na nich
od okna do drzwi.
Cierpliwa
prawie jak słoneczny zegar,
rozumiem
czego miłość nie rozumie,
wybaczam,
czego miłość nie wybaczyłaby nigdy.

Od spotkania do listu
nie wieczność upływa,
ale po prostu kilka dni albo tygodni.

Podróże z nimi zawsze są udane,
koncerty wysłuchane,
katedry zwiedzone,
krajobrazy wyraźne.

A kiedy nas rozdziela
siedem gór i rzek,
są to góry i rzeki
dobrze znane z mapy.

Ich jest zasługę,
jeżeli żyję w trzech wymiarach,
w przestrzeni nielirycznej i nieretorycznej,
z prawdziwym, bo ruchomym horyzontem.

Sami nie wiedzą,
ile niosą w rękach pustych.

'Nic im nie jestem winna' -
powiedziałaby miłość
na ten otwarty temat.

Wisława Szymborska


Well, I wish I knew the cool editing tricks that Slavica knows... it would look so much better .

So lovely,really its the language of love
Thank you Slavica

So lovely catwoman
and thank you ,
Btw,can you please post it in Polish too ?

Slavica , oh, that was so sweet of you , thank you . Doesn't it look so much better?

(By the way, I edited my previous post and added the polish version).

When it comes to love and pain, although I do appreciate Szymborska, I prefer a different Polish poet - Jan Brzechwa. I know you already have a poem in Polish Canli but I think this one is definitely worth reading:

Jan Brzechwa
Wyznanie
Piersiom twoim hosanna! I pogarda światom,
Co bogów swoich wielbią w obojętnym niebie,
Bo ja, choć lichszy jestem niż najlichszy atom,
Żyć nie mogę bez ciebie ni umrzeć bez ciebie!

Na wieczność odsączyłaś krew od mego serca,
Co wszystko ci za wszystkich pragnęło przebaczyć;
Nie tyś je uśmierciła, bo cud nie uśmierca,
Jeno los, co mi nie dał znów ciebie zobaczyć.

Ja wiem, że będziesz łzami znaczyła wspomnienia
Burzy, co błyskawicą dwie otchłanie łączy,
Lecz ja nie znajdę nigdy w twych łzach ukojenia,
Bo rozpacz nie ma końca. I już się nie skończy!

Tak cierpię, że nieledwie umieram pomału,
I nie ma już modlitwy na mych wargach drżących...
Piersiom twoim hosanna! I zbawienie ciału.
I litość wiekuista dla serc miłujących!

Jan Brzechwa
Confession

Praise to your breast! Scourn to the worlds
Which worship their gods in indifferent heaven
As I, though smaller I am than the smallest atom,
Neither live nor die can I without you!

For eternity you’ve driven blood from my heart
Which on everyone’s behalf desired to bid you forgiveness
You have not killed it, for miracles don’t kill
But the fate that let me see you one more time

I know that with tears you’ll mark the memories
Of the storm that connects two abysses with a lighting
But I shall ever find no comfort in your tears
As despair knows no end, it will never end.

I’m in such pain that I’m slowly dying
And there is no more prayer on my trembling lips
Praise to your breast! Salvation for your flesh.
And eternal pity for the loving hearts!

Guys,no one gets enough when it comes to love

So we'd love to have more poem from you in your own languge,even if you already have posted one,i guess you have more back there
And we'd love to share with you too.

Liefde
Liefde is het niet meer weten
waar te zoeken of te gaan
Liefde is heel moeilijk te vergeten
Als het ophoudt te bestaan

Lodewijk Otto Huisinga (1958-1976)

Love
Love is not to know
Where to search or where to go
Love is difficult to forget
When it does not more exists

Not a love poem for a person, but one for my country - one of the most beautiful text I have ever heard.

Een volk dat voor tirannen zwicht
zal meer dan lijf en goed verliezen
Dan dooft het licht

H.M. van Randwijk (1909-1966)

A nation giving in to tirans
will lose more than just material things
the lights are fading to darkness

So lovely Trudy, thank you

Few lines,but lovely cyrano,Thank you

Can you add the Turkish translation as well ?
We'll be grateful .

tmm anladim

Aferin sana!

thats alot o love for a computer lol

i agree with u smile

Again back to our topic,which is 'İ love YOU 'poems in all the languages,
Share with us more,how do poets whisper love words in your own language.
Even if we already have a poem written in your langugae,having 2 is better,and having 3 is the best

Share with us more,no one get enough of love

Ok,here i will start again,
A Turkish poem,i've read it here,and touched my heart,
Called ,
Canım Seninle Olmak İstiyor ,for Zuhal Olcay
I Want to Be with You.

Canım Seninle Olmak İstiyor

Nasıl oldu anlayamadım
Tanıştık
Birdenbire
Nedenini sorma boşyere
Seni kucaklamak geldi içimden
Kendimi tutamadım işte geldim yanına

Anladım sendin aradığım hayatım boyunca
Kim koşup açmaz hemen aşk kapıyı çalınca
Yalnız yaşamak zor beklemek ondan da zor
Çektiklerim artık yeter gel benimle ol
Mantık irade kuvvet
Sevince pek işlemiyor
Canım seninle olmak istiyor

İnanmazdım sevgiye
Gülerdim ben herkese
Derdim; insan kısmetini kendi bulur isterse
Oysa sözler ne kadar boş insan sevince
Kalbim sanki deli gibi seni görünce

Mantık irade kuvvet
Sevince pek işlemiyor
Canım seninle olmak istiyor


I Want to Be with You

I couldn't comprehend how, but
We met
Out of nowhere.
Don't ask me why, there is no point
I just wanted to hug you.
I couldn't help myself, and I came to you.

I see now, it was you I have been looking for all my life
Is there anyone who won't open the door when it's love knocking...
It is hard to live alone, but it is even harder to wait
I suffered enough, come and stay with me.
Reason, determination, strength...
They just don't work when you are in love
I want to be with you.

I used to not believe in love
I used to laugh at other people
I used to say, one will create his own destiny
But words are vain when you are in love
My heart goes crazy whenever I see you

Reason, determination, strength...
They just don't work when you are in love
I want to be with you.

Thanks admin for sharing it with us and translating it .

I thought this poem would be fitting since it seems that quite a few of us on this site are far away from the people we love

Until We Meet
by Syreeta Elie
Until we meet
My nights will be a little colder
My days a little shorter
My heart will beat a little less rapid
Until we meet
I know that my arms will be empty
My mind hurting from the constant thought of you
Minutes will seem to be hours
Hours will seem to be months
While months will seem like eternity
Until we meet
The stars in the sky will not affect me
with its gleaming sparkles of life

Until I am gazing at them in your arms
And the food that I eat will not be as fulfilling and nourishing
Until it is you that I share the my food with
And Until we meet
I will not feel whole
My world will seem incomplete
Until that wonderful day
When our eyes make first contact
And our bodies and souls collide in blissful whirlwind
The words will roll off my tongue like a sweet love song
"Hello, my love, I couldn't wait to meet you."

So lovely Sophie Thank You
Wish Erdinç was here to share with us a lovely poem in Turkish as well,but at least he did by translating this,
Thanks to him.

Thank You katiekat so lovely,and yes,it is fitting very well

İn days full of love,i thought will see more poems,but maybe ,talking about love got no date really,
You can just share with us with a voice from your country,how to describe love

We are waiting for an İndian poem from geeta,just having some problem with the font,she is trying to up load the poem as a picture.
Thank you for your efforts geeta

Still waiting for more to come,a voice of love from your own country,sharing it with us,even if you already did,i guess we'll never get enough hearing another voice of love

I Love You

When you speak
My ears hear love songs
When you smile
My heart begins to fly
When you laugh
I dont feel cold anymore
Even in the coldest winter
I love being near you
Even theough we're far away
Because you're in front of my eyes
And you are with me always
Your precious words to me
Make you unforgettable
Everything you are is imprinted on my heart
You are my life
And in my heart you will stay forever
And I will love you for eternity
My Life, My Darling,
I love you.

me ..hehe

and this is for Slavica/Sibel .. sorry for being late

Nichita Stãnescu
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The golden age of love

My hands are in love,
alas, my mouth loves -
and see, I am suddenly aware
that things are so close to me
I can hardly walk among them
without suffering.

It is a sweet feeling
of waking, of dreaming,
and I am here now, without sleep -
I clearly see the ivory gods,
I take them in my hands and
thrust them, laughing, in the moon
up to their sculpted hilts -
the wheel of an ancient ship, adorned
and spun by sailors.

Jupiter is yellow, Hera
the magnificent shades to silver.
I strike the wheel with my left hand and it moves.
It is a dance of sentiments, my love,
many a goddess of the air, between the two of us.
And I, the sail of my soul
billowed with longing,
look for you everywhere, and things come
ever closer,
crowding my chest, hurting me.

From the book "Bas-Relief with Heroes"
english translation by Thomas Carlson and Vasile Poenaru.

Nichita Stãnescu
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Adolescents on the sea

This sea is covered with adolescents
learning to walk on waves, upright,
sometimes resting their arms on the currents,
sometimes gripping a stiff beam of sunlight.
I lie on the broad beach, an angled shape, cut perfectly,
and I ponder them like travelers landing.
An infinite fleet of yawls. I wait to see
a false step, or at least a grounding
up to knee in the diaphanous swell
beneath their measured progress, sounding.
But they are slim and calm - as well,
they've learned to walk on waves - and standing.

Great poems Mara,can you post them in their original language too ?

and here are in romanian :

Nichita Stanescu

Vârsta de aur a dragostei

Mâinile mele sunt îndrăgostite,
vai, gura mea iubeşte,
şi iată, m-am trezit
că lucrurile sunt atât de aproape de mine,
încât abia pot merge printre ele
fără să mă rănesc.

E un sentiment dulce acesta,
de trezire, de visare,
şi iată-mă fără să dorm,
aievia văd zeii de fildeş,
îi iau în mână şi
îi înşurubez râzând, în lună,
ca pe nişte mânere sculptate,
cum trebuie că erau pe vremuri,
împodobite, roţile de cârmă ale corăbiilor.

Jupiter e galben, şi Hera
cea minunată e argintie.
Izbesc cu stânca-n roată şi ea se urneşte.
E un dans iubito, al sentimentelor,
zeiţe-ale aerului, dintre noi doi.
Şi eu, cu pânzele sufletului
umflate de dor,
te caut pretutindeni, şi lucrurile vin
tot mai aproape,
şi pieptul mi-l strâng şi mă dor.


Adolescenti pe mare

Aceasta mare e acoperita de adolescenti
care invata mersul pe valuri in picioare
mai rezemandu-se cu bratul de curenti
mai sprijinindu-se de-o raza teapana de soare.
Eu stau pe plaja-ntinsa taiata-n unghi perfect
si ii contemplu ca la o debarcare
o flota infinita de yole. Si astept
un pas gresit sa vad sau o alunecare
macar pan-la genunchi in valul diafan
sunand sub lenta lor inaintare.
Dar ei sunt zvelti si calmi si simultan
au si deprins sa mearga pe valuri, in picioare.

Thank you mara

Lovely poem TeresaJana,thank you .

Waiting for more love peoms to come,how about more in Turkish too ?
Our Turkish friends ?

Thank u Slavica for putting the poems in a more beautiful shape
Hope u liked them

A Hindi Poem (Hindi - main language of India and not the Turkey bird )
आज मधर मन हौले हौले
प्रणय गीत मै गाऊँ
बात सजनकॊ अपने दिलकी
गा के आज सुनाऊँ

प्रथम बार जब देखा तुमकॊ
हॊ गई प्रेम दिवानी
बात जुबां पर रही अधूरी
हुई शरम से पानी

प्रेम अंकुरित हुआ हॄदय मे
हॊ गई पिया दिवानी
प्रेम का सुंदर पुष्प खिल उठा
बन गई मै साजन की रानी

प्रेम की ऐसी अगन लगी जॊ
पिया बन गये दिलबर जानी
आई जैसे हर दिन हॊली
अब जैसे हर रात दीवाली

प्रेम डॊर से बंधे रहेंगे
एक दूजे के बऩे हुये हम
रॊम रॊम विश्वास अटल है
कभी न टूटेगा यह बन्धन

 

English Translation:-

today gently with a meladious heart,
I sing a Love Song,
I tell my Lover the matter of my heart
by singing today.

when I saw you at the very first time,
I got crazy with love,
but that feeling remained unspoken,
as I got too much shy.

the romance budded in my heart,
I became crazy for you,
the beautiful rose of Love blossomed,
I became queen of my Lovers heart.

the fire of Love emitted in such a way,
that you, my lover became my soul,
now as if everyday is Holi,
and as if every night is Diwali.

we will always be tied with love knot,
we are made of each other,
in every part of the body there is an immovable belief,
that never this bond will break.

So lovely geeta,Thank You

But what is the name of the poem ?

One wish.


If i could just have one wish, i wish to wake up everyday with the sound of your breath on my neck, the warmth of your lips on my cheek, the touch of your fingers on my skin, and the feel of your heart beeting with mine... knowing that i could never find that feeling with anyone other than you.

If anyone would translate this in Turkish, i would appreciate it very much.

Thanks

sweet.kane
It has already been translated, just look under forums-Poetry, literature, Title is Just One Wish- Enjoy

Who is the poet of Just one wish ?
İts so lovely.

Mara, thanks, you inspired me to add this one - my favourite poem of Vasko Popa, who was Rumanian, but was born and lived in Serbia.


OČIJU TVOJIH DA NIJE

Očiju tvojih da nije
Ne bi bilo neba
U malom našem stanu

Smeha tvoga da nema
Zidovi ne bi nikad
Iz očiju nestajali

Slavuja tvojih da nije
Vrbe ne bi nikad
Nežne preko praga prešle

Ruku tvojih da nije
Sunce ne bi nikad
U snu naÅ¡em prenoćilo




WERE IT NOT FOR YOUR EYES

Were it not for your eyes
There wouldn't be a sky
In our small apartment

Were it not for your laughter
Walls would never
Fade away in your eyes

Were it not for your nightingales
Willows would never
Gently cross your threshold

Were it not for your hands
The sun would never
Spend the night in our dreams

Vasko Popa

(Translation: Slobodan Drenovac)

So lovely duda ,thank you

Guys,a few days,and New Year's Eve will reach us.
On that day,how would you tell your lover,that you love him/her,with a poem written by a poet from your own country,by your own language ?

Not easy i know,but i will search too

Tanrım ne kadar güzelsin sen
ne kadar güzel..
Ellerin ne kadar güzel
Ayakların da
Gözlerin de
Saçların da
Ne olur beni daha fazla eziyete çektirme sev beni
kendini esirgeme -sev beni
ellerinin,ayaklarının,gözlerinin tum gucuyla sev beni
hareketlerindeki tüm zarafetle sev beni
bana sonsuza inan ve asla aldatılmış olamazsın,ne olur sev beni
acımasızca da olsa sev beni
Sonradan sokaklardayken,merdivenlerdeyken..evet merdivenlerde bir daha güzelsin
Giyinmiş,çıplak her halin güzel
En güzel halin odada..karanlıkta
elindeki tarak saçlarına dalmış
Saçların da elektrikle dolu
Dokunursam kendimi yakarım.
Gerçekten güzelsin inan bana
ve sonsuza kadar öyle olmana çabalamaktayım
Benim için değil,senin için
ağaçlari,pencereleri insanlari için
kıskançlık mazaretiyle bozma güzelliğini -beni affet
aniden düşÃ¼şleri yapma..ne olur sigaraların ölçüsunü kaçma..
Beni hiçbir zaman kaybetme ,her zaman keşfet
çokukça bir hayretle beni doldur
Ayaklarına ellerine saçlarına yeniden inanayım sev beni
Ah seni sonsuza kadar yanimda tutmanı nasıl isterdim
Seni sonsuza kadar sevmeyi nasil isterdim.
Yoksa ne kadar imkansızsın,ne kadar kumlu
Bir de ne olur bana seni sonsuza seviyorum deme..

Tanrım ne kadar güzelsin sen
ne kadar güzel..
Ellerin ne kadar güzel
Ayakların da
Gözlerin de
Saçların da
Tanrım ne kadar gerçeksin..

Thx derya,but can you include the English translation,and the poem name too ?
Weould be appreciated

Canli,unfortunately this is a Bulgarian poem.There is no English version or as far as I know nobody tried to translate it so far.My language is not among the popular ones in the world.I can post the original but as you see its veeery long
I am glad you liked it.If there are other Bulgarians entering this site and reading this post they will surely guess who the author is.

Ohhh,i hope we can get some translation soon then .
But can you add the original poem along with the Turkish one too ?
İ mean to see it written in its original letters,feels different too.
İts hard to explain,but for me,i feel it as i read that language,but i understand.. silly me ? lol

CANLI,I was googling for an English version of this everywhere and I just found it in Italian!OMG
So here we go first one is the original in Bulgarian And there goes the Italian..

Колко си хубава!
Господи,
колко си хубава!

Колко са хубави ръцете ти.
И нозете ти колко са хубави.
И очите ти колко са хубави.
И косите ти колко са хубави.

Не се измъчвай повече - обичай ме!
Не се щади - обичай ме!
Обичай ме
със истинската сила на ръцете си,
нозете си, очите си - със цялото
изящество на техните движения.
Повярвай ми завинаги - и никога
ти няма да си глупава - обичай ме!
И да си зла - обичай ме!
Обичай ме!

По улиците, след това по стълбите,
особено по стълбите си хубава.
Със дрехи и без дрехи, непрекъснато
си хубава... Най-хубава си в стаята.
Във тъмното, когато си със гребена.
И гребенът потъва във косите ти.
Косите ти са пълни с електричество -
докосна ли ги, ще засветя в тъмното.
Наистина си хубава - повярвай ми.
И се старай до края да си хубава.
Не толкова за мене - а за себе си,
за дърветата, прозорците и хората.
Не разрушавай бързо красотата си
с ревниви подозрения - прощавай ми
внезапните пропадания някъде -
не прекалявай, моля те, с цигарите.
Не ме изгубвай никога - откривай ме,
изпълвай ме с детинско изумление.
Отново да се уверя в ръцете ти,
в нозете ти, в очите ти... Обичай ме.
Как искам да те задържа завинаги.
Да те обичам винаги -
завинаги.
И колко ми е невъзможно... Колко си
ти пясъчна... И, моля те, не казвай ми,
че искаш да ме задържиш завинаги,
за да ме обичаш винаги,
завинаги.


Колко си хубава!
Господи,
Колко си истинска.

Quanto sei bella!
Dio, quanto sei bella!
Quanto sono belle le tue mani!
E le gambe quanto sono belle
e gli occhi sono belli
e i capelli...
quanto sono belli!

Non tormentarti più ma amami!
Non risparmiarti - ama!
Ama con la vera forza delle tue mani,
degli occhi, delle gambe e con quella
grazia dei loro movimenti.
Credimi per sempre - mai sarai
un’ingenua
e amami!
Anche se con cattiveria - ma ama!
Sulle strade, sulle scale dopo
specie sulle scale sei bellissima
con le vesti, senza i vestiti
sempre bella sei
Ma la più bella tu diventi in camera
nell’oscurità, quando il pettine
sta affondando nei tuoi capelli
pieni di una magia elettrica
se li tocco m’illuminerò di luce
sei davvero bella - credimi!
Cerca di esser bella fino alla fine
non per me, per te di esser bella
per la gente, le finestre e gli alberi.
Non far appassire presto
la bellezza con sospetti stupidi
con le gelosie, ma perdonami
per le mie cadute improvvise.
Non strafare con le sigarette
Non mi perdere, ma cerca di scoprirmi!
Riempimi d’ingenua meraviglia
Che io possa credere di nuovo
nelle tue mani, nelle gambe,
negli occhi...Amami!
Come voglio trattenerti sempre!
E amarti sempre e per sempre!
E come questo mi è impossibile
quanto simile sei alla sabbia...
E ti prego non venirmi a dire
che vuoi trattenermi sempre
per amarmi sempre
e per sempre...
Quanto sei bella!

Quanto sei bella!
Dio, quanto sei bella!
Come sono belle le tue mani
E le gambe quanto sono belle
e gli occhi sono belli
e i capelli...
quanto sono belli!

Quanto sei bella!
Dio, quanto sei vera!

Ohh,Joey,that is so so lovely,thank you for sharing it
İ wish we can have the Turkish translation for it too.
İ don't dare to do it,my turkish not that good too

Days are running,and soon will be sharing a lovely day
Valentine günün,Valentine day

What would you say to him ? to her ?
What did the poets say ?

Robyn - your poems are so beautiful. So good u get those boring moments - then ur brain gets creative. U have such a great talent.

Flames flickering,
Their beauty increased by the darkness,
Like a beacon,
Calling, calling,
The dance continues,
The pace quickens,
Engulfing those in its path,
Until barrenness remains
and a lonely flame
burns.

If anyone could put it into turkish it would be much appreciated.thanks

sorry if you are bored

This one we share in new years,in valentines,in anniversaries
Sharing it in everyday of our life

How lovely and true

İ would like to share it with you too in Valentine day ,i wish you like it too

İts a poem and it became a song by one of our greatest singers,Um Kalthoum

İnta Ömri
Sorry,its kind of old.

Called İnta Ömri,Ömürümsün,You are my life
By,Ahmed Şafik Galal

أنت عمري

تأليف : احمد شفيق كامل

رجعوني عنيك لأيامي اللى راحوا

علموني أندم على الماضي و جراحه

اللي شفته قبل ما تشوفك عينيه

عمر ضايع يحسبوه إزاى عليّ

انت عمري اللى ابتدى بنورك صباحه

قد إيه من عمري قبلك راح و عدى

يا حبيبي قد إيه من عمري راح

ولا شاف القلب قبلك فرحة واحدة

ولا داق فى الدنيا غير طعم الجراح

إبتد يت دلوقت بس أحب عمري

إبتديت دلوقت أخاف لا العمر يجري

كل فرحة اشتاقها من قبلك خيالي

التقاها في نور عينيك قلبي و فكري

يا حياة قلبي يا أغلى من حياتي

ليه ما قابلنيش هواك يا حبيبي بدري

اللي شفته قبل ما تشوفك عينيه

عمر ضايع يحسبوه إزاى عليّ

انت عمري اللى ابتدى بنورك صباحه

الليالي الحلوة و الشوق و المحبة

من زمان و القلب شايلهم عشانك

دوق معايا الحب دوق حبة حبة

من حنان قلبي اللى طال شوقه لحنانك

هات عينيك تسرح فى دنيتهم عينيه

هات ايديك ترتاح للمستهم ايديه

يا حبيبي تعالى و كفاية اللى فاتنا

هو فاتنا يا حبيب الروح شوية

اللي شفته قبل ما تشوفك عينيه

عمر ضايع يحسبوه إزاى عليّ

انت عمري اللى ابتدى بنورك صباحه

يا أغلى من أيامي يا أحلى من أحلامي

خدني لحنانك خدني عن الوجود و ابعدني

بعيد بعيد أنا و انت بعيد بعيد وحدينا

ع الحب تصحى أيامنا ع الشوق تنام ليالينا

صالحت بيك أيامي سامحت بيك الزمن

نستنى بيك آلامي و نسيت معاك الشجن

رجعوني عنيك لأيامي اللى راحوا

علموني أندم على الماضي و جراحه

اللي شفته قبل ما تشوفك عينيه

عمر ضايع يحسبوه إزاى عليّ


INTA OMRI

Written by: Ahmed Şafik Galal


Your eyes took me back to my days that has gone
They taught me to regret the past and its wounds.


Whatever i saw
Before my eyes saw you was a wasted life,
How could they count it part of my life?

You are my life 'ömürümsün' that starts its dawn with your light.


How much of my life before you has gone and passed
Oh,my love,how much of my life has gone ?!

And heart never saw any'bir' happiness before you
never taste in life except suffering taste.

I just started now to love my life
And just started to be afraid life would run away

Every happiness my fantasy'hayalım' was longing for it in my dreams before you,
My heart and mind found it in the light of your eyes.

Oh you my heart's life .. You more precious than my life
Why didn't i meet your love earlier?


Whatever i saw
Before my eyes saw you was a wasted life.
How could they count it part of my life?

You are my life that starts its dawn with your light.


The beautiful nights,the yearning and the great love
My heart is carrying them for you long time ago.

Taste love with me,Taste it bit by bit
From the tenderness of my heart,that is longing long time ago for the tenderness of your heart.

Bring your eyes,let my eyes get lost in the life of them
Bring your hands,let my hands get comfort to their touch

Oh Love, come
and enough what we've wasted,
What we've missed 'love of my soul' is not little,


Whatever i saw
Before my eyes saw you was a wasted life.
How could they count it part of my life?

You are my life that starts its dawn with your light.


You more precious than my days.
You more beautiful than my dreams,

Take me to your tenderness,Take me
Away from existence,take me


Far away, far away.
Me and you
Far away, far away.
Alone

Our days wake up on love,
Our nights sleep on longing

I Made up with days by you
I forgave the time 'zaman' by you

I forgot my pains by you
And I forgot my misery with you


Your eyes took me back
To my days that has gone
They taught me to regret
the past and its wounds.

Whatever i saw
Before my eyes saw you was a wasted life.
How could they count it part of my life?

You are my life that starts its dawn with your light.

Hayatımsın Bebeğim

Hergün Çok daha Seni Seviyorum,ve DAİMA çok daha Seni seveceğim İnşallah 'T.B'

ALLAH Seni Korusun Bitanem

HELENA

Thou hast invoked me from my grave,
And through thy magic spell
Hast quickened me with fierce desire
This flame thou canst not quell.

Oh press thy lips against my lips,
Divine is mortal breath;
I drink thy very soul from thee.
Insatiable is death.


HELENA

Du hast mich beschworen aus dem Grab
Durch deinen Zauberwillen,
Belebtest mich mit Wollustglut —
Jetzt kannst du die Glut nicht stillen.

Preß deinen Mund an meinen Mund,
Der Menschen Odem ist göttlich!
Ich trinke deine Seele aus,
Die Toten sind unersättlich.

HEINRICH HEINE

How endless love can be ?!
Till infinity ?

My Endless Love
by Antoinette Kopperfield

If I could carry sunsets home
to bring before your eyes
My love would travel with the sun
within a ray of light

If I could bring you sunny days
with clouds so puffy white
My love would be within the clouds-
upon an angels flight

If I could bring you happiness
and cheer to make you laugh
My love would give you songs of hope
so tears would never last

If I could lift you-when you fall
to ride upon my back
My love...once more
would carry you-
my endless love surpassed

Beautiful poem do you have it in Turkish yet?
astry

Sry astry,i dont have it,and i dont dare to translate poems too,im not that good at Turkish.

Ps: why the picture doesnt show up ?!

Szymborska,Brzechwa here...Well,I want to add K.I.Gałczyński

"Rozmowa liryczna" K. I. Galczynski

- Powiedz mi, jak mnie kochasz.
- Powiem.
- Więc?
- Kocham cię w słońcu. I przy blasku świec.
Kocham cię w kapeluszu i w berecie.
W wielkim wietrze na szosie i na koncercie.
W bzach i w brzozach, i w malinach, i w klonach.
I gdy śpisz. I gdy pracujesz skupiona.
I gdy jajko roztłukujesz ładnie -
nawet wtedy, gdy ci łyżka spadnie.
W taksówce. I w samochodzie. Bez wyjątku.
I na końcu ulicy. I na początku.
I gdy włosy grzebieniem rozdzielisz.
W niebezpieczeństwie. I na karuzeli.
W morzu. W górach. W kaloszach. I boso.
Dzisiaj. Wczoraj. I jutro. Dniem i nocą.
I wiosną, kiedy jaskółka przylata.
- A latem jak mnie kochasz?
- Jak treść lata.
- A jesienią, gdy chmurki i humorki?
- Nawet wtedy, gdy gubisz parasolki.
- A gdy zima posrebrzy ramy okien?
- Zimą kocham cię jak wesoły ogień.
Blisko przy twoim sercu. Koło niego.
A za oknami śnieg. I wrony na śniegu



"Lyrical conversation" by K.I Galczynski

- Tell me how you love me.
- I'll tell you.
- Well?
- I love you in the sun shine. And by the candles's glow.
I love you in a hat and in a beret.
In the big wind and on the highway, and at the concert.
In lilacs and birches, in raspberries and maples.
And when you sleep. And when you're concentrating on your work.
And when you nicely crack the egg open -
And even when your spoon falls down
In the taxi. And in the car. No exceptions.
At the end of the street. And at the beginning.
And when you part your hair with a comb.
In danger. On the merry-go-round.
In the sea. On top of the mountains. In rubber boots. And bare-foot.
Today. Yesterday. And tomorrow. Day and night.
And in the spring, when the swallow returns.
- And how do you love in the summer?
- Like a content of summer
- And in the fall, when cloudy and in bad spirits?
- Even when you lose your umbrellas.
- And when winter paints the window frames silver?
- I love you in the winter like a happy fire.
Close to your heart. Next to it.
And snow outside the windows. And crows in the snow.

K. I. Galczynski

Canli, I am sure you know Wolfgang von Goethe

Ohhh lovely

Thank you Ros

And if you can post another,pls do

Mondnacht

Es war, als hätt der Himmel
Die Erde still geküßt,
Daß sie im Blütenschimmer
Von ihm nun träumen müßt.

Die Luft ging durch die Felder,
Die Ähren wogten sacht,
Es rauschten leis die Wälder,
So sternklar war die Nacht.

Und meine Seele spannte
Weit ihre Flügel aus,
Flog durch die stillen Lande,
Als flöge sie nach Haus.

Joseph Freiherr von Eichendorff

 Septembermorgen

Im Nebel ruhet noch die Welt,
Noch träumen Wald und Wiesen:
Bald siehst Du, wenn der Schleier fällt,
Den blauen Himmel unverstellt,
Herbstkräftig die gedämpfte Welt
In warmem Golde fließen.

September Morning

The world´s adream in fog´s embrace,
Still slumber woods and meadows:
But soon, through the dissolving lace,
You´ll see the blue of endless space,
The milder grace of autumn´s face
Transcending golden shadows.

Eduard Möricke

http://www.baroga.ch/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/dscn6861.jpg

I am certain, CANLI, that you know this old French love song: would you also be interested in the French and English lyrics for MON AMIE LA ROSE?

Plaisir d´amour
Ne dure qu´un moment:
Chagrin d´amour dure toute la vie.
J´ai tout quitté pour l´ingrate Sylvie;
Elle me quitte et prend un autre amant.

Plaisir d´amour
Ne dure qu´un moment:
Chagrin d´amour dure toute la vie.

"Tant que cette eaucoulera doucement
Vers ce ruisseau qui borde

La prairie je t´aimerai,"
Me répétait Sylvie.
L´eau coule encor,
Elle a changé pourtant.

Plaisir d´amour
E Ne dure qu´un moment:
Chagrin d´amour dure toute la vie.

“Plaisir d’Amour” is a classical French love song that goes back 200 years or more. The music was composed by Johann Scwartzendorf (1741-1816), also known as “Jean Martini”. The lyrics are from a poem of Jean de Florian (1755-1794), in his romance “Célestine”. The final orchestral version was the work of the distinguished French symphonist Hector Berlioz (1803-1869). “The Joys of Love” is the usual English title. More recently, the song has been sung by Joan Baez, Brigitte Bardot, Karen Allyson, and, most notably, Charlotte Church
Plaisir D´amour

The joy of love is but a moment long;

The pain of love endures a whole life long.

Your eyes kissed mine; I saw the love in them shine;

You brought me heaven right then when your eyes kissed mine.

My love loves me, and all the wonders I see;

A rainbow shines in my window; my love loves me.

But now he´s gone, like a dream that fades into dawn,

But the words stay locked in my heartstrings, "My love loves me."

The joy of love is but a moment long,

The pain of love endures a whole life long.

A poem by one of the most well known poets in the Indian subcontinent.

Mirza Ghalib was a nineteenth century  Indian poet of Turkish ancestory who wrote in Urdu ( a variant of Hindi with a large portion of vocabulary adopted from Persian, Turkish and Arabic) and Persian. The original version of the poem is Urdu written in Roman script. (unfortunately I couldn´t find the poem in Urdu or Hindi script)

Urdu in Roman Script                                   English Translation

Ishq Mujhko Nahin                                      I am not in Love

Ishq Mujhko Nahin, Vehshat Hi Sahi            If not love, then let it be madness
Meri Vehshat Teri Shohrat Hi Sahi               Even if my madness is your fame

Katta Keeje Na Taalluk Hamse                     Don´t sever these ties with me
Kutch Nahin Hai To Adavat Hi Sahi              Even if nothing but enmity remains

Mere Hone Mein Hai Kya Rusvayee             What is this displeasure in my presence

Ae Veh Majlis Nahin Khallat Hi Sahi             If not in company, meet me in isolation

Hum Bhi Dushman To Nahin Hain Apne        I am also not my own enemy
Gair Ko Tujhse Mohabbat Hi Sahi                 Even if they think it was a stranger who loved you

Apni Hasti He Se Ho Jo Kutch Ho                 I am where my life wants to be
Aagahi Gar Nahin Gaflat Hi Sahi                  If this is not known, then let ignorance be
Umr Harchand Ki Hai Barke-Kharam           Life speeds forward like lightening

Dil Ke Khoon Ki Fursat Hi Sahi                     Even as there is infinite time for loving

Hum Koyee Tarqe-Vafa Karte Hain             Do I debate the value of loyalty?
Na Sahi Ishq Museebat Hi Sahi                   If not love, then let the torment be

Kutch To De Ae Falke-Na-Insaaf                 Give me something, unjust one
Aaho Fariyad Ki Rukhsat Hi Sahi                Present me the right to plea

Hum Bhi Tasleem Ki Khoo Dalenge            I will also perpetuate this ceremony

Benayazi Teri Aadat Hi Sahi                       Even if cruelty is your habit
Yaar Se Chedh Chali Jaye ´Asad´               The playfulness will end eventually

Gar Nahin Vasl To Hasrat Hi Sahi              If union is impossible, then let the desire be

According to philosophy, he/she who loves poetry is a good person.

mashaAllah i love poems and i wrote some hopefully i´ll upload and put here and share with you all beside i need the comment to so i can be better and that seni seviyorum poem really awsome!!i took it and i gave my bf he is turkish hopefully he likes it tesekkur ederim for who wrote that...

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Maybe (lyrics by latvian band Brainstorm - Prāta vētra)

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