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Nazim Hikmat poems

Nazim Hikmat poems is considered one of the most important and controversial modern Turkish poems, Nazim was born into a wealthy and influential family and was exiled from Turkey in the 1950s,

After spending many years in prison, Nazem Hikmet passed away to the Soviet Union, where he resided there until his death, where the famous poet is counted on the Communist trend.

Nazem Hikmet poetry was banned from circulation in Turkey and was stripped of Turkish citizenship due to his communist tendencies and belief in Marxist ideas, and in 2009 he was restored to Turkish citizenship by the AKP government.

 Nazim Hikmat poems

First Poem of Nazim Hikmat poetry

Blue Eyed Giant, Little Lady and Honeysuckle

He was a giant with blue eyes.
He loved a little woman.
A woman’s dream was a small house, a
marble garden, a
honeysuckle,
a blooming house.

He was a giant who liked like a giant.
With his Huge hands for such huge things, he
was ready,
he could not make his structure, a
door that could not be knocked
marble in the middle of the garden in the
middle of the honeysuckle
in the house that opens its door.

He was a giant with blue eyes.
He loved a little woman.
She was a very tiny woman.

The woman was hungry to rest,
tired of the mighty gigantic road.
Good-bye! Blue-eyed giant said,
and she entered the arm of a rich dwarf
marbled in the middle of the garden,
honeysuckle
in the house that opened its door.

Now the blue-eyed giant realizes
that there is not even a grave of loving giants:
marble in the middle of the garden
honeysuckle
in the house that opens its door

Nazim Hikmat poetry the second poem

Walnut tree

My head is a cloud, inside the sea,
I am a walnut tree in Gulhane garden, a
knot is knotted, an old walnut tree is sighing.
Neither you can distinguish nor can the police

I am a hickory tree in Gulhane Park.
My leaves are as crisp as fish in water.
My leaves thorny like silk napkins,
tore them, your eyes, my rose, wipe your tears.
My papers are my hands, and I have one hundred thousand hands.
O Istanbul touched a hundred thousand hands.
My papers are my eyes, I look in amazement.
I see you with a hundred thousand eyes, oh Istanbul.
My paper beats like a hundred thousand hearts.

I am a hickory tree in Gulhane Park.
Neither you can distinguish nor can the police

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Nazim Hikmat poems third poem

Greetings to the working class in Turkey!

Greetings to the working class in Turkey!
good greeting!
Peace be upon the seeds of blooming seeds!
All the nuts in your strands.
The days ahead, the beautiful days in your hands,
the right days, the great days,
those who are not exploited during the day, who do not sleep hungry, the
days of bread, roses and freedom.

Greetings to the working class in Turkey!
For those who cry out in the squares with our
longing for the earth, for the book, for work, our
longing for the crescent moon and the star captivating our knowledge.

Greetings to our working class who will defeat the enemy!
Sultanate of money is the
darkness of the fanatic, and we
salute the working class who will defeat Al-Gharib missile!

Greetings to the working class in Turkey!
good greeting!

Nazim Hikmat poems the fourth poem

Martyrs

The martyrs of the martyrs of the national forces,
it is time to get out of the grave!
The martyrs of the martyrs of the martyrs of the patriotic forces
in Sakarya, Inonu, Afyon of
course, in Dumlopinar
and those who were martyred and fell into hands and antibs.
You are our great roots under the ground
sleep in blood.
The martyrs of the martyrs of the martyrs of the patriotic forces
while you are sleeping under the ground
summon the enemy,
we are sold, wake up!
We are sleeping deep in the ground, get
up and wake us up!
Woke us up!
The martyrs of the martyrs of the national forces,
it is time to get out of the grave!

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Nazim Hikmat poems the fifth poem

Your eyes

Your eyes are your eyes your eyes
Whether you come to my prison or hospital,
your eyes, your eyes, your eyes are always in the sun
It is at the end of May
on the side of Antalya, crops are in the time of magic.

Your eyes are your eyes Your eyes
How many times they cried in front of me
Your eyes were naked,
big and bare like the eyes of a six-month-old child,
but we never left a day without the sun

Your eyes are your eyes Your eyes
Let your eyes see whining
A happy, cheerful person,
smart and perfect as possible
there will be something mythical to the world.

Your eyes are your eyes
in autumn. Here they are like Bursa chestnuts that
leave as summer rain and
Istanbul in all seasons and at all times.

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Your eyes are your eyes, your eyes
will come, the day of my rose, the day will come when
people are sister to each other,
they will look with your eyes, my flower,
they will look with your eyes.

The sixth poem of Nazim Hikmat poems

The longing

A hundred years have passed in which I have not seen your face.
You should cover your waist.
Let’s not stand in your eyes.
You should not ask questions of an enlightened person, your
stomach temperature to the touch.

She’s waiting for me for a hundred years
a woman in town.

We were in the same branch, we were in the same branch.
We fell from the same branch.
One hundred years of the time between us is
a hundred years old.

At twilight for a hundred years
I am still running.

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Nazem Hekmat poems the seventh poem

My beloved one

Beloved, if I lie to you,
let my tongue be broken and forbidden to
say I love you because of your happiness

Beloved, if I write a lie to you,
let my hand dry and deprive you
of bliss to embrace you

If you lie darling, my eyes are to you,
let them flow in my comfort like rare tears
and they can never see you again

Nazim Hikmat poems the eighth poem

Traitor to the homeland

Hikmat continues to betray.
Hekmat said: We are a semi-colony of American imperialism.
The Hikmat regime continues to betray him. ”
They appeared in the Ankara newspaper, on three columns, with black screaming,
in one of the newspapers in Ankara, next to the image of Admiral Willemson
laughing on an area of ​​66 square centimeters, from his mouth to his ears, an American admiral
America donated 120 million pounds to our budget of 120 million pounds.
Hekmat said: “We are a semi-colony of American imperialism.
Hikmat is still continue his betrayal.

Yes, I am a traitor, if you are my homeland, if you love the homeland, then I am the one who betrayed it. I am a traitor to the country.
I am a traitor, I am a traitor.
If your homeland is your farmer, the
homeland is what is inside your cash registers and checkbooks,
if the homeland is going to die of hunger,
if the homeland is shivering like a dog in the cold and writhing from malaria in the summer,
if our blood in your factories is drunk, it is the homeland, the
homeland nails to your landlords,
If patriotism is a spear flag, if patriotism is a police stick,
if your allocations are your salary if it is your country,
if the homeland is American bases, an American bomb, an American naval cannon, the
homeland, if not to be saved from the stinking darkness,
I am a traitor.
In the summer, black screams on three pillars:
Hikmat is still continue his betrayal.

Nazem Hekmat poetry is the ninth poem

If you are a cloud

Wonderful cloud over the sea
The silver ship has
a yellow fish inside
in the blue moss at the bottom
A naked man on the shore
thinks he’s stopped.

Should I be the cloud?
Or is it a ship?
Should I be a fish?
Or moss? ..
neither this nor that, nor that.
I, must be a sea, son, with its
clouds , ship , fish and algae.

Nazim Hikmat poems the tenth poem

Blue harbor

I’m so tired, captain, don’t wait for me.
Let someone else write the log.
Çınarlı Dome, Blue Harbor.
You cannot take me to this port

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