Ľgʹ
(Angina Pectoris)
Nazim Hikmet
If half my heart is here, doctor,
the other half is in China
with the army flowing
toward the Yellow River.
And every morning, doctor,
every morning at sunrise my heart
is shot in Greece.
And every night, doctor,
when the prisoners are asleep and the infirmary is deserted,
my heart stops at a run-down old house in Istanbul.
ҵİw@Yt
һ϶Ї
S܊
Sӡ
ÿ糿t
ÿ糿̫ꖕNrҵ
ͱ䚢ϣD
ÿҹt
˯ԯҗÕr
ҵͣЪ˹̹һďUfY
And then after ten years
All I have to offer my poor people
Is this apple in my hand, doctor,
One red apple: my heart.
And that, doctor, that is the reason
for this angina pectoris-
not nicotine, prison, or arteriosclerosis.
I look at the night through the bars,
and despite the weight on my chest
My heart still beats with the most distant stars.
Ǿʮ֮
еԫIoؚ
Ψ@wOt
һwrtOҵġ
˅ȣt@
Ľgʹľ--
ŶΪz}Ӳ
^FҹY
ؓҵ
ҵfbhdzһU
(1948꣬Ī˹ƪzУ2003312գg)
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Kookoo
Ԋ˼{ķ‧ϣ (Nazim Hikmet; 1902-1963) ǂԸҸRԊˡǰքeg^ϣġҲ֪s(Things I Didn't Know I Loved)oߵĎׂh(Some Advice to Those Who Will Serve Time in Prison)͡P춻(On Living) ȎԊ裬ڡS躣{fnСڱվgĄtСƼX¡(Don Quixote) һԊՈx߂Ѕ
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(DON QUIXOTE)
Nazim Hikmet
The knight of immortal youth
at the age of fifty found his mind in his heart
and on July morning went out to capture
the right, the beautiful, the just.
@ǂഺTʿ
֮꣬YҒ`
KҪµ峿
xԼƽ
Facing him a world of silly and arrogant giants,
he on his sad but brave Rocinante.
I know what it means to be longing for something,
but if your heart weighs only a pound and sixteen ounces,
there's no sense, my Don, in fighting these senseless windmills.
MǰMľ`
Tǰs¸ҵ_wR
֪ĿN£
K^һʮʿأ
H۵@oRL܇䌍]ɶ˼
But you are right, of course, Dulcinea is your woman,
the most beautiful in the world;
I'm sure you'll shout this fact
at the face of street-traders;
but they'll pull you down from your horse
and beat you up.
But you, the unbeatable knight of our curse,
will continue to glow behind the heavy iron visor
and Dulcinea will become even more beautiful.
ȻnjģϣŮˣ
KҲ_@gģ
㌢@
^Сǰ³
Rϳ
KҺúõһD
҂{hTʿ
ڳصF㌢^mlƟĹâ
ϣأҲl@GȺ
(Ӣg by Taner Baybars200262գg)
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Kookoo
퓲Dɮ (Pablo Picasso) ̿ƷƼX¡(Don Quixote) suɡ{ķ‧ϣ (Nazim Hikmet; 1902-1963) ϲgĬFԊˡǰڡS躣{rڣքeg^ϣġҲ֪s(Things I Didn't Know I Loved)oߵĎׂh(Some Advice to Those Who Will Serve Time in Prison)͡P춻(On Living) ȎԊ裬x߂ՈЅ
- Re: 土耳其诗人Nazim Hikmet--唐默译posted on 04/23/2003
ȷʵ˵ģڼĻʾ壬
ӢĶȥǺܺõġ - Re: 土耳其诗人Nazim Hikmet--唐默译posted on 09/29/2007
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