OSMAN HAKAN A.
(1959)

HOUSES AND HIM.

for Behcet Necatigil...

Houses... iron mirrors must be
our faces... unforsakable ruins of a fire
when glanced at, our desolations attract one another
misty,.. a mirror, passesfrom
hand to hand,.. our lives gradually getting wiped out,
a glass falling before having touched our lips,..
the glaze of words, on the concrete scales of time
is weighed,.. how much longer can it endure?..
the familiar curtain made heavy by the sun?

Houses,.. iron mirrors must be
our faces,.. a cave,.. a market place
is in close proximity,.. our childhood seems to be hiding
from something,. the rock under our tongues
tumbles towards the night,.. and continually keeps
falling onto the day... Ah! our desolations keep tuming
to one another,. like a misty,. mirror
passes from hand to hand,.. our lives, a cup
falling before having touched our lips,
weighed, on the concrete scales of time,..

Translated by Suat Karantay