Our House – Marjan Farad

 

bizim ev uzakta uzakta
sabır dağlarinin ardinda
altın ovalar’in
boş çöllerin ardinda
suyun obur tarafinda
yorgun dalgalarin
sedir ormanlarinin ardinda
uykudaki bir ruyada
mavi okyanusun ardında, armut bahçelerinin
üzüm bağlarınin obur tarafinda
arı kovanlarinin arkasinda
bulutlarin otesinde
ozlemimizin
ıslak caddelerin
ve yagmurun
ve denizin ardinda

evimizde hikayeler var
visne ve antep fıstığı var
sicak kahkahalarin arkasinda
yorgun insanlari var
evimizde mutluluk
havuzunda balıklar var
sokaklarinda top oyunu
ve guzel kedileri var
bizim ev sıcak ve samimi,
duvarlarinda eski fotoğraflar var
yazin balkonda oynarken deniz kenarinda cekilmis
ve yagmurun altinda
elde bir bavul bogazlar dugumlenmis
guzel ve samimi insanlardan ayrilirken var.

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Our house is far far away
Behind patient mountains
Behind golden fields
Behind empty deserts

Our house is in the other side of water
In the other side of restless waves
Behind cypress forests
It’s in a dream, a fantasy

Behind the blue ocean
Behind pear gardens
The other side of grape gardens
Behind beehives

Our house is behind clouds
The other side of our glumness
At the end of wet roads
Behind the rain, behind the sea

Our house has stories
It has sour cherries and pistachios
Behind its warm laughs
It has tired people

Our house has happiness
It has fishes in its pools
It has play-balls in its alleys
It has cute cats

Our house, warm and cordial
Old pictures on its walls
The picture of playing in the balcony
On the seaside at summer

Picture of that day under the rain
With a sob and with a suitcase
Leaving lovely and kind people

Our house is far far away
Behind patient mountains
Behind golden fields
Behind empty deserts

Our house is in the other side of water
In the other side of restless waves
Behind cypress forests
It’s in a dream, a fantasy

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