Poetry

Those who nourish themselves on meats, dairy products and desserts
Cannot estimate you at your fair value.
 
Even if stone cracked, you cannot make them open
The windows of their farm …
People like you are not included in their center of interest
You do not exist …
Hereafter you must know
That they do not have time to bless you!
 
Their eyes are always fixed from above you
While they bow
With smiles above their double chins
Before the sovereign...the sultan.
Do you think for an instant that they acknowledge you?
 
If you ask my opinion on this subject
It is because the ends of their twine
Are in the hands of other people.
 Don't take exception to the fact
That they are taken for kings!
 
Do not wait for them
In the wrong places
Vainly hoping
They will consider you a man …
 
Even if you write hundreds of letters
To these men of the closed doors
Intending to see or speak to them
You will not receive a single response …
Be wary and attentive;
Above everything
Allow them their haughty airs.
By thinking themselves important
They will look at you scornfully!
 
They well like fondling
Each others' backs …
It is no longer to the point
To listen to their dialogues "with admiration"
 To extol their writings "enthusiastically"
To reward their facts "by clapping" …
 
Do not waste your time 
Or put your attention here …
Think of other things.

by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Paris,  20.06.2007
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick