Fadime Poem by Nilufer Dursun

n Fadime's heart pain
Has been settled.

Her heart has gotten dark

She has never been a child,

Always woman,

Fadime



Only at the age of fifteen bride Fadime,

In her arms a sixty year old grandfather,

Never knows how to make love abundantly

Touches her tears with her hennaed hands,

Cries for her destinity

Fadime,



Her hair smells anatolia rankly

The only beautiful girl in the village,

Her hopes have been lost in her bright eyes

She picks flovers to her skirt

Smells roses,

Fadime



She goes to the hill when the sun sets

Looks at the sun and wishes her reguests

She’s hopefull to coffee grounds

Later on she goes in to the night

All alone in her nights

Fadime



She has never dressed a new one,

Always has been patched

Has never decked the yellow golden on her neck

She always desires

Her eyes have never been bright

Has forgotten to laugh,

Fadime



She fell in love with a swarthy young man

She endured her love in her heart,

Never left,

She concerned herself deeply

Fadime



Nights look like conturics for her,

She was consoled with her love days by days

She carried water to her love with her palms

Made her love much bigger,

She was the slave of her love

Was not able to leave her heart

Fadime



In her heart she was not able

To carry her love’s secret,

Crazy love winds flew have flown faster

She talked her love to her husband,

Her blood froze in her arters

Did not flow

She did not feel remorse for her love

Was happy.

Knew love,

Her eyes were brighting,

In the blood lake she feeled honored

Fadime





Poem: Onur SANCAK

Translated by: Nilüfer DURSUN