simit is lovely
you are lovelier than simit
Say hello to Şeyho
let him bring me a cup of tea
let me eat my fill first
to be followed by love and revolution…
when you woke up matters of country
cannot rise, the priority is your debts you owe someone
they get up in the tummy and the clerk gets tardy
what’s the odds even if the country enters into a chaos in the middle of hustle and bustle
in appearance everyone seems to be happy with the houses and cars belonging to the banks
the wretched world greeting the mortgaged future
let me first lose my interest
to be followed by love and revolution
to give an example, television have got toxicant beams
that are making humans crazy. Even making them addict, more than alcohol
less than cigarette. We are laughing while crying and we are angry while smiling
this has been so all along… this is both a house of lament and celebrations
in any case one of us will be well ahead
just at that moment we would forget the taste of simit
then our lovers leave us one by one
let it be so, we kiss ourselves in the mirror
and we start eating ourselves from our tummies
when we are finished we forget about revolution
we could also have drunken love somewhere
simit used to be lovely once upon a time now there are no old hands
you used to be lovelier than simit but you got older fast
Şeyho was laid off, and he hung himself from the ceiling because he was broke
I started performing prayer, hell is very close.
love and revolution are in power now at a home for the aged
the seats are getting empty rapidly and the coffins are filled quickly
death serves the purpose not at the old age but in youth
nevertheless, “there is a dead war-horse galloping inside me
that is closer and stranger to me than myself”
Simit* Turkish bagel with sesame seeds
Translated by by Mesut Şenol