Treasure Island

Metin Sahin

(28.03.1943 / balı kesir turkey)

Don Quixote


the warrıor of the eternal youth
obeyed his mind throbbing in his heart
and so
one day in JULY
he went for a warfare
to acquire the claims
of the beautiful...the honest and the righteous
in front of him lay the cruel world
with her malicious and stupid giants
riding on his sad but heroine horse ROSINANTE
I know
what is to be longing deeply for this
what is to be brave with a huge unprevented pounding heart
there is no other way
we do it our way
for me and for DON QUIXOTE
than
to fight with the big giant wind-mills
it is a must for us
you are right DON QUIXOTE
your DULCINA is the most beautiful woman of this world
you certainly scream this truth
to the faces of the dealers and the rich merchants
but they will make you upset and pull you down
and punch you heavily and severely
but you
our thirst's invincible warrior
I am sure
you will insist on
burning like a huge flame
in your heavy..iron armour
and when you do so in favour of all
your DULCINA
will forever become
more and more beautiful

Nazım HİKMET 1947
translation metin ŞAHİN

Submitted: Friday, November 30, 2012
Edited: Friday, November 30, 2012
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