Orhan Veli Kanik

(13 April 1914 – 14 November 1950 / İstanbul)

Orhan Veli Kanik Poems

1. Bell-Song 9/22/2010
2. For The Fatherland 9/22/2010
3. I Buy Rags 9/22/2010
4. Indoor 9/22/2010
5. Insects 9/22/2010
6. My Masterpiece 9/22/2010
7. On Mustard 9/22/2010
8. Reply 9/22/2010
9. The Story Of Ali RıZa And Ahmet 9/22/2010
10. Walking On The Street 9/22/2010
11. There's Something Like Booze In The Air 9/22/2010
12. Pub 9/22/2010
13. To Stay Grieved 9/22/2010
14. Sound Of A Train 9/22/2010
15. Sunday Evenings 9/22/2010
16. Tail-Song 9/22/2010
17. Thank God 9/22/2010
18. Gossip 9/22/2010
19. Hoy Lu-Lu 9/22/2010
20. Comfort 9/22/2010
21. Dream 9/22/2010
22. Edith Almera 9/22/2010
23. Departure 9/22/2010
24. Such Is Life 9/22/2010
25. Filled With 9/22/2010
26. Headache 9/22/2010
27. Bad Kid 9/22/2010
28. There Is Something 9/22/2010
29. Toward Freedom 9/22/2010
30. Words 9/22/2010
31. To Live 9/22/2010
32. Free 9/22/2010
33. I Am Not Far 9/22/2010
34. Suicide 9/22/2010
35. I Can'T Tell 9/22/2010
36. My Ex-Wife 9/22/2010
37. My Tree 9/22/2010
38. Good Weather 9/22/2010
39. For Istanbul 9/22/2010
40. How Beautiful 9/22/2010
Best Poem of Orhan Veli Kanik

Fine Days

These fine days have been my ruin.
On this kind of day I resigned
My job in 'Pious Foundations'
On this kind of day I started to smoke
On this kind of day I fell in love
On this kind of day I forgot
To bring home bread and salt
On this kind of day I had a relapse
Into my versifying disease.
These fine days have been my ruin.

Translated by Bernard Lewis (1982)

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Comfort

You say if only this fight ended,
If only I never got hungry,
If only I was never tired,
If only I never wanted to pee,
If only I never felt asleep;

You should say instead, if only I died!

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