Nedim

Ahuvan-ı ma'ni-i nev saydında hep cümleden
Şimdi bir giysu-kemend ebru-keman lazım sana

Ahuvan: ceylanlar
Nev: yeni
Mana: iç, içyüz, rüya, düş
Giysu (gisu): omuza dökülen uzun saç
Ebru: kaş
Keman: yay

Nedim Divanı, Abdulbaki Gökpınarlı, XXVII

Cocteau

All of us contain in ourselves a night we scarcely know or do not know at all. That night tries to emerge from us, yet resists emerging. That is the drama of art, a real struggle between Jacob and the Angel.

Who has torn the jewels off your neck? / An Old Serbian Folk Song

Mother: Who has torn the jewels off your neck?

Who has scattered your pearls and corals?
Daughter: Early this morning, o mother
I went to the garden to pick the first lilacs
of the season
A dewy branch got stuck in my necklace
And scattered jewels under the lilac tree
Mother: And why are your eyes so blurry,
as you haven't slept at all?
Daughter: From a tree branch, a nightingale sang all
night long
I listened to it until the break of dawn
Its pretty song captivated and enchanted me
Out of joy, I could not fall asleep
Mother: Oh, my daughter, oh, my sorrow
And who has undone your waistcoat?
Daughter: Do not scold me my dear mother
Once you were young just as I am now
My untamed youth and the break of dawn
Have undone the waistcoat for my lavish
bosoms to show.

(thanks to 'Zanzaguz', PdR)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zUVxMGFyfAY

Ahmet Haşim/Parıltı

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Ruhumla o ruhun arasından
Bahsetti derinden ona halim
Aşkın bu onulmaz yarasından

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