Islam Comores Poem by Adnan Özer

The sun one of my remote spots.
I saw heart on a map of islands;
it did not flow -my God-, just the spectrum and the ladder
would suffice to tell that I could not get out
of the systems of imagination.
I must have walked into the darkness: Into a false crowd,
oh poor quiet, I facing the waters
have not even touched the ground of the island of my heart.

To the islands! to test our courage
in a hopeless siege!
Until we reach the sun dream!
Our dreams will nourish us!

Translated by Sehnaz Tahir