Nazim Hikmet (1902, Salonica - June 3, 1963, Moscow)

Bugun Pazar Bugun pazar. Bugun beni ilk defa gunese cikardilar. Ve ben omrumde ilk defa gokyuzunun                   bu kadar benden uzak            bu kadar mavi            bu kadar genis olduguna sasarak            kimildamadan durdum. Sonra saygiyla topraga oturdum, dayadim sirtimi duvara. Bu anda ne dusmek dalgalara, bu anda ne kavga, ne hurriyet, ne karim. Toprak, gunes ve ben... Bahtiyarim...                          NAZIM HIKMET

TODAY IS SUNDAY Today is Sunday. For the first time they took me out into the sun today. And for the first time in my life I was aghast that the sky is so far away           and so blue           and so vast               I stood there without a motion. Then I sat on the ground with respectful devotion leaning against the white wall. Who cares about the waves with which I yearn to roll Or about strife or freedom or my wife right now. The soil, the sun and me... I feel joyful and how.   NAZIM HIKMET