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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458803" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>THE GLOOMY NEWS (After rhe big earthquake in 1930s)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">there is a bird in Erzincan province<br>no silver no silver on her wings<br>my beloved gone..never came back again<br>no hope of her returning from now on<br>oh high mountains..high mountains..oh..high mountains<br>taking its bloody head in its hands<br>in the middle of the white wild snow<br>the province ERZ&#304; NCAN weeps in tears<br>if it did not weep who would have weeped like that<br>the snow falls in abundance, in flakes to the ground<br>some say it is a brizzard which comes and passes<br>but &#305; cannot say that too<br>the dead<br>lying..shoulder to shoulder..side by side<br>cannot talk and chat<br>cannot burn their fires at night<br>the dawn brightens, the sun rises...the horizon enlightens<br>but noone to get water goes<br>with their heads pressed heavily down..the dead<br>slept in their unawakable sleeps..may be dream<br>from its white stone addressing to the night<br>the military barracks's clock struck the time as two<br>how quick..how instant ended the living and the life<br>some in their six months<br>some with white beards<br>some in thirteen..may be fourteen<br>some intended to go for merry voyage<br>some waiting for a letter in hope<br>the dead...lying side by side..shoulder to shoulder<br>in the churn there was butter<br>but could not be beaten and never<br>and the white cheeses ready could not be put into bags<br>the dead gone in longing and in thirst<br>they were not satisfied and never got satisfaction of the world<br>they could not wake up and escape<br>not being a bird could not fly away</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the wells opened for them to save<br>but nobody could afford to descend<br>the horses of erzincan walk in ampling on<br>but the dead could not be able to ride on<br>the dead..lying side by side..shoulder to shoulder on ground</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>P.S.I had nothing to give in my purse<br>but &#305; wrote a poem from my heart not to get it worse<br>Naz&#305; m H&#304; KMET<br>Translation metin &#350; AHIN</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Metin+Sahin">Metin Sahin</a><div class=q>
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no silver no silver on her wings
my beloved gone..never came back again
no hope of her returning from now on
oh high mountains..high mountains..oh..high mountains
taking its bloody head in its hands
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