NIYAZI YAŞAR

NIYAZI YAŞAR

If You Are Poet

If you are poet

you have to be sensitive to life

the rest is of words

Timid gazelles

to the waters of fear

Ivy

should be wrapped in love

to your branches

Without blinding your garden

living separations

at the root of a mushroom

the light should be filtered…

If you are poet

the Sears, the taggets

defiant makers

falling on a rock

can find the strings

If your are poet

Albatros swings

you must carry hope to all continents

not the separation, not the longing for flying tours

Hawks, eagles in the irwings

instead of war devices

If you are poet

shame on your words

like a girl in a wedding dress

summary

you must be human

before being a poet

TRANSLATION :MURAT YURDAKUL

Everyone's God Is Like Himself

Why rains turn to tears

It's fits better to laugh for the clouds.

External mirror for;

man's hatred, land

before yous hine on your face,

his eyes, look, my name shot…

This is the truth

different God perception

and esma-I husna:

both Rahman and Jabbar.

It's the old people with the face of light,

it's like a daisy field.

young people,

this is a dream

God of children

he's helpful, like himself.,

loving, tolerant, libertarian…

Ticani's water whipped,

the evil head cutters

Godm ust be the murderer;

oppressive, arrogant…

Everyone's God is like himself.

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The Hardest

The hardest,

behind bars

to relieve the longing of the outside;

the soil, the water, the comfortable breathing…

The hardest

Bullets, shrapnel landing in the cennets

overcoming fear in your consciousness

the tap opened to the day.

the drop that kills when it's forbidden to flow?..

The hardest,

the strength of your heart stuck in the image of power,

reach the purity of novice lives,

throw in a comma?

at the wrong time

to the end of Dawn,

did you wake up to the truth,

deciding or not?

the ones that were clogged up?..

The hardest,

convert to share uniqueness,

to commit to the stars like a Canary

the wind's vest,

like hazan leaves

kiss without hurting the land,

throw the kite in the clouds,

whether to string the pearls of the heart or not.

to the edge of the streams?..

The hardest,

is it permanent to follow the shadows?,

do you want a trail of children's sex?..

Catch time flies,

Put a kiss on

to the window of the shield train?..

The hardest,

fit in a letter

the warmth of your heart

a friend?..

Make you smile

resentment songs,

language

poems written to babies under CrossFire?..

Not putting a heart

that you love the opposite.,

one step ahead of the stars,

the timeless rooster?..

The hardest,

can't keep up?

early life fight,

can't download a saddle saddle saddle,

waiting to see the dream,

the hope of the gamze?..

Curse betrayal,

those who sell your soul;

burn a fire that won't last in the mountains,

is it a hot nut and fall into your hands?

your mother's home in occupied territory?..

Do you want to resent tyranny, blood-sucking

"execution auctions while signing”,

take a bite from the slice of the rest of your life?

The hardest,

is a Four Seasons,

the beating heart,

do you take the butterfly in the fire with your bare hands?,

is it a ticket cut off?

an unreliable dream?..

The hardest,

reserves the right to give to those who deserve it,

am I right?,

carry the light to the universe

even if you tear them up, the dark gods?..

The hardest,

breathe or breathe

the rest of darda,

share property,

“ No, “ is to be in the realm of being?..

The hardest,

burn in your fire

a string, a melody, a light…

do you rewrite the equation?...

TRANSLATION :MURAT YURDAKUL

NIYAZI YAŞAR

NIYAZI YAŞAR  Poet ,writer ,educator. Member and director of the Democratic teacher movement. Kar Yazın Is The Editor-In-Chief Of Art Magazine. See , there's no sign of looking, and he's the author of his hard-to-find books.