A BUTT CAST IN THE SEA

Share now a pigeon's flight 
Bluebound along the ancient skies, 
Its women forever hair and mammal, 
A Mediterranean town may arise 
If you rip apart a pigeon's heart. 

Time for you to love and to hug 
Time to hold your hand, time for you 
But which hand, my love, which hand; 
One has clutched you, pure old peevish, 
One was anointed with an adult aurora, 
One in freedom's endless exodus, 
And one, unvanquished, breaks bread 
With men toiling in mud and dust and smoke. 
  
Since is our soul's rapture as of old; 
A clouds, if in motion, is in our ken, 
The minaret if joyful unto God, 
And a man if gallant against misery. 
Whenever we cast a butt in the sea 
In the name of liberty, peace, and love 
It keeps glowing till daybreak.


Cemal SÜREYA


Çeviri: 
Talât Sait HALMAN