when the dawn enlightens by the horns of my oxen <br />I plow the soil with my pride in my patient struggle <br />under my bare feet i feel the soil humid and warm <br />with brilliant lights in my arm muscles <br />I forge the iron till noon <br />the darkness turns to crimson <br />in the warmth of the afternoon <br />with the most greennes on their leaves <br />I gather the newly ripened olives <br />all my body and my eyes in lights <br />I have always have visitors in my house in every evening <br />my door ajar..wide open to every kind of songs <br />at night i go into the water knee high <br />and I pull the nets from the sea <br />full of fish mixed with the shining stars <br />now i am responsible from the world <br />they ask me <br />about the human.the soil, the darkness and the daylight <br />I think you understand me <br />I am fully occupied and busy <br />and you my rose <br />do you understand me too <br />I am fully occupied staying in love with you <br />you just stay there without moving <br />in the illumination <br />let the shining sun always stay on your green gown <br />my wound again has opened suddenly <br />the blood is fiercely flowing thorough me <br />in my full occupied body <br />BURSA 1948 <br /> <br />Nazim HIKMET <br />Translation Metin SAHIN<br /><br />Metin Sahin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/occupation-5/
