NAZIM HIKMET – THE SONG OF THE SUN DRINKERS

Posted: 12 November 2011 in NAZIM HIKMET
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THE SONG OF THE SUN DRINKERS

This is a song:
the song of those
who drink the sun in earthen bowls!
This is a tress:
a tress of flame!

it is twisting;
it is burning like a bloody crimson torch
on the dark brows of

the heroes with bare copper feet!
I too saw those heroes,
I too braided that tress,
I too crossed with them

the bridge

going to the sun!
I too drank the sun in earthen bowls.
I too sang that song!
Our hearts took their speed from the earth
we stretched ourselves

 by tearing the mouths
of golden-maned lions!
We sprang:
we rode the lightning wind!
The eagles
swooping

from the cliffs
flapped light-gilded wings.
Flame-wristed riders whipped

prancing horses!
There is a raid on
a raid to the sun!
We will conquer the sun
the conquest of the sun is near!
Those who cry in their houses
and carry their tears
like a heavy chain
around their necks
should not travel
with us!
Those who live on the crust of their hearts
should not follow us!
Here:
millions of red hearts are burning
in the fire
that fellfrom the sun!

You too
take your heart out from your rib cage;
hurl it

into the fire
that fell from the sun
throw your heart beside our hearts!
There is a raid on
a raid to the sun!
We will conquer the sun
the conquest of the sun is near!

We were born from earth, fire, water, iron!
Our wives nurse our babies with the sun,
our copper beards smell of the earth!
Our joy is hot!

 hot like blood,
hot like the “moment”
that sizzles

in the dreams of young men
We hook our ladders to the stars
stepping on the heads of our dead

we rise
toward the sun!
Those who dieddied fighting;
they are buried in the sun.
We have no time for mourning.
There is a raid on
a raid to the sun!
We will conquer the sun
the conquest of the sun is near!
Red vineyards of blood-speckled grapes are smoky!
Heavy brick chimneys
twisting,
belching!
The one at the head -
He who commands – yells!
This voice!
the force of this voice
this force
that blinds the wounded hungry wolves,
this force
makes them stop
in their tracks!
Order us to die

order!
We are drinking the sun in your voice!
We are getting high,

getting high!…
On the smoky curtain of blazing horizons
riders with sky-ripping lances are running!

There is a raid on
a raid to the sun!
We will conquer the sun
the conquest of the sun is near!
The earth is copper
the sky is copper.
 
 Sing out the song of the sun drinkers,
Sing out
Let us all sing out!
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