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Apr 29, 2011

The Evening of Bohemians


We are on the horizon of the irreversible evening. It's too late. 
This is the last part, so my life, pass by however you like! 
Even if reborning is imagined,
We don't want to be cheered up with such a consolation.
The unending silent night will begin
After passing through the big door
Of which large wings are opened as ebony in margin
And of which the sun doesn't rise behind. 
My heart! Be destroyed either in enthusiasm or in love
Against the sunset in those recent gardens with pleasure.
Either tulips or roses must bloom on our breasts.

Original Poem (Lyrics) RİNDLERİN AKŞAMI
Written by YAHYA KEMAL BEYATLI 
Translated by Sihirli Yazılar

10 yorum:

oyumben said...

Dönülmez akşamın ufkunu geçeli çok oluyor. O akşamın dönülmez sabahı, hatta ayları ve yılları geride kaldı... Asla geri dönemeyeceğiz. Belki anılarımızla... Belki...

Sihirli Yazılar said...

oyumben:

Öyleyse... Bu son fasıldır ey ömrüm, nasıl geçersen geeeç... Umrumuzda değil yani:)

Carole Anne Carr said...

Again, wonderful imagery.

Sihirli Yazılar said...

Carole, all of our poets have incredible imaginations, I think...
This poem's Turkish has also been used as a lyrics and its melody is above.

Artistic Communism said...

Emel Sayın çok güzel yorumluyor bunu.Rakının yanında ama...:)

AVY said...

Pretty words, liking it!

/ Avy
http://MyMotherFuckedMickJagger.blogspot.com



Sihirli Yazılar said...

Thanks, Avy.

Sihirli Yazılar said...

Gabi, rakısız gitmez bu şarkı gerçekten:)

Elisabeth said...

"The unending silent night will begin
After passing through the big door
Of which large wings are opened as ebony of margin."

Wow!!! such beautiful words, as a poem, and as a song, the lyrics are so romantic.

Paylaştığınız için teşekkür ederiz!

Sihirli Yazılar said...

Rica ederim:))

Thanks Elisabeth for your visit and nice comment. Hope to see you here again.

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