This is the Kurdish verison of the poem. It is interesting because we rarely see or hear the Kurdish language spoken or written anywhere.
Légerina zarokek biçuk li Stenbol
Xeyal bike Stenbol,
Rubarén digihaştin bahré
Keştiyén bi rédiketin
Av dibirikin
Çunehatén di coşiyan
Li pira Galata’yé
Li cihé ku mér masi digirtin
U mirovén ji bo bihişt u klimayan dua dikirin
Li Stenbolé
Ez [...]
İstanbul’da Bir Küçük Çocuğu Arayış
İstanbul’u Hayal Et.
Nehirlerin denize kavuştuğu,
Gemilerin açıldığı,
Trafiğin kükrediği,
Galata köprüsünde
Erkeklerin balık tuttuğu,
İnsanların
Cennet ve klimalar
İçin dua ettiği
İstanbul’da
Küçük bir çocuğu arıyorum.
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Sınce I lıve ın a country which has at least two major languages, but probably three and since I have no fear of language, one day I decided to have the poem translated into French. And still, I have not lost my identity. I think - how lovely, in another language. It [...]
Imagine: Istanbul
Where the rivers meet the sea,
The ships sail
Water glistens
Traffic roars
Men fish
From the Galata Bridge
And people pray
For paradise and
Air conditioners
I am looking for the little boy
Of Istanbul.
It’s his eyes you see
That captured me
The beauty and the fear.
Ships pull out from harbor
Hands clap with joy
Pigeons fly
In quick escape
To hide away
And I hear a call
Five times [...]
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