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Faruk Nafiz Çamlıbel (1898-1973) The Escaper They called you ugly I became enemy to beauty And faithless I even turned from God You picked the golden coins Tossed to you by lustful hands I grew to hate virtue
I did not call you ugly Did not call you faithless Like your religion To me, your curses were blessed You lingered in my heart five years Not once did I call you a guest How did you think Of this ezcape now tell me
To the wires of your godhead Strong as bowstrings My heart will go tied Pitiless for centuries If like a nymph yo urun From mountain to mountain I will follow you like a monster For centuries (Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat, 101Poems by 101Poets An Anthology of Turkish Poetry) |