You Only Know

A stone may become a spring
if it gets such a touch.
A spring may become a stone
if it gets such a blow.

O my Love, you only know
how to transform a spring into a stone,
don't know how to transform a stone
into a watery murmuring spring.

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Shadow of a Black Dog

'I have walked across the shadow of a black dog.
Alas! What would happen to me? ' saying it,
he started crying loudly.

I asked, 'What's the problem then? '
He said, 'I may cost my life for it.'

Listening to his cry, the black dog came back.
The man said to him, 'O dog,
I have crossed your shadow today.
What would happen to me? '

The dog replied, weeping, 'Brother,
sorry, I don't know it at all.'

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I Can't Realize

I realize buds, flowers and their blooming
in the gardens of earth;
Only I can't realize their falling down from trees.

I realize clouds, rain and the sweet soft sound of its fall;
Only I can't realize the thunder.

Rivers, fields, oceans, forests, hills, mountains—
I realize them all;
Only I can't realize the deserts.

I realize fish, shark, deer and bright striped tiger;
Only I can't realize a shark beside a fish and a tiger
beside a deer.

I realize life,
many turns of life I realize very clearly;
Only the ice-cold death I can't realize any way.

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Mad: 1

He was angling fish sitting on the high way,
frequently making the hook dance
and all on a sudden, pulling the fishing rod so forcefully that
it seemed a big catfish had certainly swallowed the hook.
He was then repenting loudly showing others
really a big fish had been successful to flee making him a fool.

Pedestrians were watching him shaking their necks
and bursting into laughter.
An unhappy man stopped his purple colored car beside the road
and opening the window asked him aloud, 'Brother,
have you got any fish? '

He raised his eyes at forehead with surprise and said, 'Alas!
Who has ever got any fish on a dry street? '

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War Is Life

I can go in war this very day
with those who are against hunger,
who are against death
and who take arms against the invaders.

The boars are now destroying all crops of life
entering into the fields of civilization;
The jackals are devouring all corpses of our kith and kin
digging the graves;
The vultures are singing the rotten withered song of democracy
clutching the map of our heart;
Leaving my home for ever, I can go away with those
who are against these boars,
against these jackals and these vultures
and who draw irritated hands against their aggressive hands.
My heart cries now saying war war.
Saying war war, my heart bursts into anger
like an atom bomb.

Life is nothing but war,

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Lorena My Behula-bride

When evening appears here on my land,
there starts day in your country;
here night approaches with the hood of snake,
the heart of Lakhindar* trembles in fear.

When night falls down there at your home,
here the magpies whistle in trees;
your whole body sweats there in fright,
for you smell the venom of snake in the air.

Lorena, o my Behula-bride*,
we won't live in two different evenings more;
we will collect honey from the same flower,
we will cultivate our love in the same field.

We will see the same dawn with our four eyes,
we will touch the same night with our two hearts;
if we die, my bride, for the cause of love,
we will sleep in two graves side by side.

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The Beloved of a Poet

If you offer your body to a rich man, he will give you a shelter,
delicious food three times, clothes and pleasures in all your organs.
He may give you a heart which is as dead as a withered river.
If he loves very much, he may make you owner of a vast land.

Can a vast land be the price of your body?
Those who are slaves of body will not be able to recognize
the secret mine of mystery lying into the folds of your body.
Only the goldsmith knows the value of gold.

Who knows, o girl, what a jewel your beauty is but a poet?
Be the beloved of the poet, you will gain the life of nymph.
If you look at me for a moment, I will give you snatching the heart of flower and compose on your lips the new verses of kiss.

But if you give me your heart, don't get frightened, o sweetie,
an immortal epic of love will be composed for you all on a sudden.

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