We Are Not Alone I Poem by Metin Sahin

Now we have reached for a new horizon
from now on
my beloved we are not alone
though the nights last long
though the nights are dark
we are not afraid of anything
we are safe now
the frightening things and the world
are all aloof
to live like that looks like being in love
with only yourself..all alone
bur managing to be not alone
one breath away from death
even lying in a dungeon
I go to fishing at dawns
in stagnant waters
in flowing clean waters
It is me
abandonning work at all counters
at an evening spring
I am not amongst the four surrounding walls
I am in rice-fields
in cotton fields
and in tabacco factories
I am in karcadag
in cukuruova plain
in cibali in istanbul
with their poisonous blind serpents
and with their malaria fevers
which hunt human beings for twenty-hours a day
there are rice kernels in karacadag
like the tears of a little girl
with a row of beads on her ankles
and a big blue bead on her shoulder
to protect from the evil eye
she is a girl left from a nomadic tribe
forgotten on the top of a mountain
shivering and crying
her rice kernels look lıke water drops
and are transperents
her rice kernels are served to the tables
of the gentlemen and of the wealties
and of the lords
carried by lorries and mule caravans
oh my cukurova plain
my swaddling- cloth..my white coffin
her blood brownish
her face white
even the hardest stones crack under her hot climate
but never crack the hearts of the labourers
If she desires
yields the cotton whiter than the clouds
and smoother than the froth