Leisure Poem by Metin Sahin

İT is two days
since ıhave been reading a book
in the garden
without moving a bit
ı have no energy even to rise my arms
the boy of my neighbour..cemile's tenant's is playing a violin
he first began playing
when ı first came here
two years ago
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and now chaikovsky
it is two years
in these years
he has accomplished a great work
and I
what have I done since now
my years flowed like a sea without fish
and are flowing still so
why do ı live
I do not know
even a small girl on her garandfaher's shoulders
is looking around
to discover the world she lıves in
my mother's crysanthemıums blooming in the garden
in multi colors
is it enough for me
to live leisurely
to claim
to watch the crysanthemiums blooming
to read a book translated by Omer RIZA
and to listen to the neighbour'S VIOLIN
İF ONLY ı could have been the one
who had grown those crysanthemiums
nowadays
perhaps ı can come to visit you
not to chat and talk
but for only
to look at your face
may be ı can find
what ı am searching in your face
all the faces ı see are unaware and senseless
nowadays
how is your face
is it full of sense
and comforting

Nazım HİKMET Translatıon Metin ŞAHİN