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Jun 19, 2011

I Loved My Father The Most in Life


I loved my father the most in life 
Imagine how a child squat like blackthorns
about to fall down
runs after a giant.

I loved my casanova father in that way
He didn't even know our district 
Whenever he came, he was always about to go, in a hurry
The education inspector with the most beautiful eyes of the age
I always looked at the atlas to know where he went 
Thus and so I  learned the foreign lands.

I was over the moon when I got ill
If my fever passed over 40, he would be called to Istanbul 
As he would want to make amends to his son!
I managed this love game when I was typhoid
I said "Oh!" and sinked my nose into his breast

While I was running after that flying giant
until his last inspection
My breath, thought and heart were opened
for some other types of loves and wide passions but
In life I loved my father the most

* Happy Father's Day!

Original Poem BEN HAYATTA EN ÇOK BABAMI SEVDİM
Written by CAN YÜCEL
Translated by Sihirli Yazılar

19 yorum:

elisabeth@foodandthriftfinds.blogspot.com said...

What a brilliant, bittersweet and haunting poem about a boy loving his father...no matter at what cost, just for fleeting moments, in his early childhood days. "the flying giant" ...how quaint!
The unrequited love for a father...how sad!
Made me cry, almost:-((

Jane and Lance Hattatt said...

Hello Sihirli:
How well this poem conveys the unconditional love of a child for a parent. Although the 'sins' of the father are known, they are nevertheless forgiven. And, how cleverly the child manipulates the father to just be close at hand. A beautiful and tender piece of writing.

Sihirli Yazılar said...

Elisabeth, especially the original Turkish version of this poem saddens me. But I'm happy if I could manage to move the feelings in the poem to you in English. Yes, the unrequited love for a father... Quite touching but unfortunately not something rarely seen...
Thanks indeed for your visit and comment.

Sihirli Yazılar said...

Jane and Lance, I guess you're my "number one" visitors! Thanks for not leaving me alone in my blog!
Yes, although the child knows his father's defects very well, he's always ready to ignore these and he never gives up loving him. Besides whenever he misses him, he finds a way to make him come. Even getting ill may be a joyful thing for him if this is the only way to see his father.

Gardener in the Distance said...

Hello, Sihirli...I like that the son is chasing the father, trying to keep up with him, and doesn't want to lose sight of him. It is what a father hopes for, to have this fidelity. Yet the father's absence perhaps allows the son to find his own path, and his own words. A beautiful poem for Father's Day.

Sihirli Yazılar said...

Welcome Faisal. As you see, I've memorized your name at last so that I won't call you "gardener" anymore:))
As you say, the son in the poem is chasing his father and in fact every father in the world enjoys such a fidelity. I wonder if the father in the poem enjoyed this or not.
Thanks indeed for your comment.

Artistic Communism said...

Baban yaşıyor mu Beyhan?

Sihirli Yazılar said...

Yaşıyor Gabi. Senin ki? Annenin hayatta olduğunu biliyorum da babanı bilmiyorum, bahsetmemiştin.

Artistic Communism said...

Güzel,Allh ömür versin...
Elini öp benden babalar günü dolayından,
Babam yaşıyor Beyhan,TKP kadrosunda...
Sürgün bir ailenin çocuğum ben,

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

Me too...

Mike

oyumben said...

Babamm diye haykırasım geldi. :)

Sihirli Yazılar said...

Gabi, kendisi İstanbul'da yaşıyor ama yakında biraraya geleceğiz. O zaman öperim elini senin için..
Sen de ülkene gittiğinde anneciğine ve babacığına bizden selam götür. "Türkiye'de bir blogger ahbabım var. Acık çatlaktır, sulugözdür falan ama barış güvercinidir" dersin. romanya'da fotoğraf çekip bizlere de göstersene. Gidemiyoruz, resimlerden görelim bari.

Sihirli Yazılar said...

Mike, may God bless your father if he's alive or may God rest his soul if he's dead. Amen...

Sihirli Yazılar said...

oyumben... Can Yücel o kadar güzel ifade etmiş ki baba sevgisini, hem de ilgisiz bir babaya karşı duyulan sevgiyi, bu şiiri kim okusa "babamm" diye haykırası geliyordur herhalde. kiminin de benim gibi hafiften gözleri yaşarıyor. Baksana, elin İngilizi'nin çeviriden bile gözleri yaşarmış:)

Artistic Communism said...

Beyhan, galiba alnayamadın,
Benim ailem Türkiye'de, sürgünde...yazmıştım yukarda..
89'komünizmin düştü'den sonra Romanya'da.Çeavuşescu'nun komitesindeyidi babam..Şimdi TKP yonetiminde.
Barış güvercisi adını ben koymuştum sana, çizmiştim daha dogrusu:))
Teşekkürler,

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

Hello again Sihirli:

Thanks for the kind blessing. He is still alive and will be 90 years old soon.

Mike

Count Sneaky said...

A fine Fathers Day tribute. I, could not quite connect with it though, because my father was my best friend and role model and we were close all of our lives. He has been gone almost thirty years and I still miss him. I still remember, as a little boy, holding his hand and walking down the street with him, feeling protected and loved. I believe I have done the same for my son. My best.

Sihirli Yazılar said...

Count Sneaky, welcome!.. You have been lucky to have such a good father although he has gone from this world a little early.
How nice to feel protected and loved for a child while holding the father's hand! Your son is lucky, too. And I hope, God gives a long life to you to spend together.
Thanks for your visit and nice comment.

Jyoti Joshi Mitter said...

Lovely as usual! you need a heart to find such poems!Lovely!

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