When there are tomatoes lying sliced on the table, do not dream of meat, forget bringing it. But you can bring red wine made by father of mine, one bottle is fine… When I sing a love song, be not shy, it’s about you, this song is divine… I sing of Kosovo, of Njegoš,
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Like any writer he found words Constructed sentences And he put them on paper On pages, in books But he was one of the few That dived deeper and deeper Into the ocean of understanding Finding the immortal words. Coming back to the surface The discrepancy was intolerable, His true inner person couldn’t survive In
I am a bird Without feathers A singer Without a voice I do not fly I do not sing But longing For a lifetime I am a tree Without branches A flower Without a bloom I do not grow I do not blossom But longing For a lifetime If I were A bird, a singer
Woman goes away and this accounts for poetry woman goes away and out of this a poet comes into life (I know of which woman makes me a poet) If “it is told everywhere that the summer is over” (*) woman’s departure is spoken of all over pronounced everywhere as a poem wherever the woman
Alas, my life Like the foams on the sea Sweetheart stayed in the air He wasn’t able to go down to the depths If only he would have been tied to his sail with a rope Even with the white foams on him If only he would come ashore in every spot you
Ah, my sister If only I had huge hands huge Then if only I would have held you small hands Had you loved Had you known had you been loved If only I had huge hands huge Then I would have not caused your hands to tremble English Translation by Mesut Şenol
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I can always change my shirt and dress into one that is properly ironed and starched i can see the hairdresser and play hamlet, prince of denmark i do not need a stage i know what the audience likes that they hate being asked questions as they do not stand headaches the game goes on
O Music! You stir the soul with the naked truth, You speak directly to heartbeats by embedding in them the depth of feelings, You stimulate the mind to reflect without bonds O Music! You dare, You care, You shout, “Beware!” O Music! What would I have been without you? Surely aimless, Certainly zeal less, Undoubtedly
The poor man found a perfect site to spend the night His hand stretched out to catch the rays of moonlight He thought the moon got a tip from distant stars He wasn’t deterred in solving his predicament Moon shining was high over the roofs This story did not originate from an imaginative world
As I was writing I heard a strong, hopeful voice “Teach me please to write the lines As beautiful as Rumi’s poetry” I summoned a passing wind And chose a piece of the swirling breeze To put in his palm He opened his palm And gazed into the emptiness The wind was invisible
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