You are on the paths which I traveled
and in the places which I turned upside down …


Put days that follow hand-in-hand,
Do not leave them under foot.
Repair out-dated thoughts
So that they have already been had …

That the powerless are not afraid,
That the innocent are not ashamed!

You are on the paths which I traveled
And in the places which I turned upside down …

The sun is made tired behind rungs,
Words overflow by seeping through in the dark.
After the pain of delivery
Nature puts on the face of a new day
And burns back desires and nostalgia …

You are on the paths which I traveled
And in the places which I turned upside down …

The hearts which you out-brave are stainless,
The ideas which you reject are clear,
The labours which you do not acknowledge are valorous.
It is raining beauties on lands which you cannot attain.
You are alone in your internal fort!

Your windows have curtains,
Your doors are closed,
Your words are wedged into a corner by your personality
That disappears behind vistas where you try to hide
Your smiling, yellow identity …

You are on the paths which I traveled
And in the places which I turned upside down …

Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Paris, 21.11.2006
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick