They Have Taken Their First Steps In My Heart
The pain first took hold of my wrists
In the heart within my heart
My sweet children
Took their first steps.
Rain drips on the windows
There is that which comes
From far away
With hands in handcuffs
I do not know the day or year of humanity...
Stars shine
Thanks to drops falling from trees
The moon springs tight a trap on my pessimism
For a night...
The pain first took hold of my wrists
In the heart within my heart
My sweet children
Took their first steps.
Copyright © Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Bor, 18.08.1974
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick, 10.08.2005
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