Attila İlhan’s “Ben Seni Neden mi Sevdim?” in Translation

A few weeks ago, a first happened to me on this platform. A reader, zeynebe has (ever so gracefully) asked me, if I could translate “Ben Seni Neden mi Sevdim?” -a poem by Attila Ilhan (1925-2005; “a Turkish poet, novelist, essayist, journalist and reviewer (Wikipedia).” Having missed the excitement I used to feel whenever I would work on my literary translations, I welcomed this request. And my Turkish-to-English-bridging effort has come about.

Please note: When you click on “Attila Ilhan” above, you will be directed to a YouTube video in which the poet himself guides you through his life in his native tongue. As for the Turkish original of the poem, my source was Çetin Bayramoğlu -another wordpress blogger. 

Ben seni neden mi sevdim?

Ben seni bir okyanusun derinliğinde buldum da sevdim
Parlak bir inciydin benim için
Paha biçilmez bir inci
Ben seni soğuk ve yağmurlu bir günde
Seni düşünürken gülüşündeki sıcaklığın içime dolup ta
Beni sardığı bir anda sevdim
Seni sadece selvi boyun, siyah saçların ya da kara gözlerin
Güzel bir yüzün var diye değil
Fikirlerinle, konuşmandaki güzelliğin ve benim o kor halde yanan yüreğimle sevdim
Ben seni derinden ve hissederek sevdim
Her kalp atışımda vücudumun dört bir köşesine yayıldığını
Beni sardığını her nefes alışımda ciğerlerime işlediğini bilerek sevdim
Seni kış gecelerinin o soğuk yatağında birlikte uyuyup beni ısıttığın
Yaz sıcağında uyuyamayıp sıkıntılarım olduğun
Ve rüyalarımda buluştuğumuz gecelerde sevdim
Seni ellerinden tutup kanımın kaynadığı
Kalbimin yerinden fırlayacağını hissettiğim anlarda
O ıslak dudaklarınla beni sevdiğini söyleyeceğin anları düşünerek sevdim
Ben seni o sensiz anlardaki boş ve değersiz geçen dakikalarda
Kayıp zamanlarımızda, seni arayıp bulamadığım
Çaresizlik içinde olduğum, içki sofralarını dost bildiğim anlarda sevdim
Sen ne kadar uzak olsan da,
Aramızdaki kilometreler nasıl çoksa
Ben de seni o kadar yoğun ve o denli çok sevdim
Seni kalbimde yanan ateşin ile
Zihnimde oluşan hayallerin o ay parçası çehrenle
Bana derinden bakan o gözlerindeki ışıltıyı göreceğim anları beklerken
Kalbimin yanıp tutuştuğu anlarda
Gelip bu ateşi alevlendirerek
Bana sarılarak beni sevdiğini söyleyeceğin anları düşünerek sevdim

Korkuyorum!
Hakettiğin mutluluğu sana verememekten korkuyorum.
Seni beni sevdiğinden fazla sevememekten korkuyorum.
Senin sevgine layık olduktan sonra başkaları tarafından o sevgiyi kaybetmekten korkuyorum.
Seni kazanayım derken kaybetmekten korkuyorum.
Aramızdaki maneviyat haricindeki uçurumlardan korkuyorum.
Senin kalbini daha fazla kırmaktan korkuyorum.
O temiz ve masum göz yaşlarını daha fazla akıtmaktan korkuyorum.

Evet korkuyorum;
seni kaybetmekten, seni daha fazla üzmekten …
Sana kendimi ifade edememekten korkuyorum.
Ya da yanlış anlaşılmaktan korkuyorum.
Uçurumun kenarında yalnız kalmaktan korkuyorum.
Dostluğuna doyamadan ulu orta yalnız kalmaktan korkuyorum.
Yüreğimdeki o ince sızının bir gün çoğalmasından ve beni sarmasından korkuyorum.
Sevgi denen güzelliğinin bir gün beni terk etmesinden korkuyorum.
Dostluğun ölüp yerine nefretin yeşermesinden korkuyorum.

Korkuyorum evet;
seni kaybetmekten ve seni daha fazla üzmekten…
Bir çiçek misali ne ellemeye ne de koparmaya kıyamıyorum uzaktan seyrediyorum çünkü;
Seni daha fazla incitmekten korkuyorum.
Ömründe yaşadığın mutluluğu huzuru sana yaşatamamaktan korkuyorum.
Sana kalbimden fazlasını verememekten korkuyorum.
Sonunda sana gözyaşından başka bir şey bırakamamaktan korkuyorum.
Seni sevmekten değil;
dostluğunu suistimal etmekten,
Seni kaybetmekten ve değerini bilememekten ve Yüce Rabbime hesap verememekten korkuyorum.
Belki de çok fazla korkuyorum …

ÇÜNKÜ; BEN İLK DEFA SEVİYORUM…

Attila Ilhan

A Turkish to English Translation Draft
© hülya n. yılmaz (4.30.2016)

Why I Loved You, You Ask?

I found you in an ocean’s depth, and thus loved
A sparkling pearl you were to me
A priceless pearl
I loved you on a cold and rainy day
When your smile thawed my soul
While I housed you in my thoughts
I loved you not only for your gracious height, dark hair or black eyes
Nor for your beautiful face
I loved you in your thoughts, for the beauty of your words
And with that ablaze heart of mine
I loved you, sensing you at the core of my being
Knowing how you flowed into every cell in my body
At each beat of my heart, how you held me in your caress
Filling my lungs every time I took a breath
I loved you when you kept me warm while we shared a sleep
In the cold bed of winter nights
I loved you when you became my distress
In my sleepless nights in the dead of the summer
And in those nights when we united in my dreams
I loved you when the touch of your hands set my blood on fire
In those moments, when I felt my heart leave its cage
While I imagined moments when you, with those wet lips of yours,
Were about to tell me that you loved me
I loved you in those void worthless minutes that passed without you,
During times we had lost, when I tried to find you but could not
Throughout all the moments that witnessed my despair, when I befriended the bars
No matter how far away you were from me, I loved you
And with the same intensity and as much as the extent of the distances between us
I loved you with your fire that was burning in my heart
With images of you that were entering my mind, with your moon-lit face
While waiting for the moments when I was going to see
That sparkle in your eyes, looking at me intently
I loved you in those moments when my heart burnt of desire
While I imagined moments when you would come to revive that fire
By telling me in an embrace that you loved me

I am afraid!
I am afraid of not being able to give you the happiness you deserve.
I am afraid of not being able to love you more than you love me.
I am afraid of losing your love to others after I become worthy of it.
I am afraid of losing you while I try to win you.
I am afraid of the non-platonic divides between us.
I am afraid of breaking your heart even more.
I am afraid of causing you to shed more of your pure and innocent tears.

Yes, I am afraid;
of losing you, of giving you more sorrow . . .
I am afraid of failing to express myself to you.
Or, perhaps, I am afraid of being misunderstood.
I am afraid of being left all alone on the edge of the cliff.
I am afraid of being bluntly abandoned before being sated with your friendship.
I am afraid of that dull ache in my heart intensifying and surrounding me one day.
I am afraid of that beauty of yours called love leaving me one day.
I am afraid of hate flourishing after the death of friendship.

True, I am afraid;
of losing you and of creating more sadness for you . . .
Like with a flower, I cannot bear to touch nor pick you
I watch you from a distance instead because
I am afraid of hurting you more.
I am afraid of not being able to provide you with
The happiness and peace you have known in your life.
I am afraid of not being able to give you anything else but my heart.
I am afraid of leaving you nothing else but tears in the end.

I am not afraid of loving you;
But rather of taking advantage of your friendship,
of losing you, of being unable to appreciate you
and of failing to answer to The Ultimate Being.
I may be too afraid, maybe . . .

BECAUSE; THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I AM IN LOVE . . .

 

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Photo Credit: Dr. Mahmut Oğuz  Ergün (1931-2015)
Date: Summer 2005
Location: Ada, Sinop – Turkey

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Whenever the human species . . .

becomes hard to bear (with me as the frontrunner), I seek comfort for the unrestful spirit in the sights of the other often much gentler earth-dwellers. Would you care to join me in watching a video on them? 

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Reblogged: A Poem by Jean-Jacques Fournier

Poetry on a canapé – A journey through Jean-Jacques Fournier’s poetry

I am the colour

Of human disorder,

That shades the stay

Of man made suffer,

While held at bay

Be caused such pallor,

In ominous way

With spurious cover,

Feigning fair play

Thus to be coloured,

With doubtful recover

For fated mankind,

Bearing colour be mine!

© Jean-Jacques Fournier

via “ I Am The Colour ” ~ of human disorder ~ — Poetry on a canapé

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. . .a mid-week musing. . .

reality checks

Photo Credit: Self

Date: Summer 2005

Location: Ada, Sinop – Turkey

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Escapism

Since 2003, unending chains of political turmoil have been gaining on speed and intensity in Turkey, my country of birth. The voters and non-voters alike have been rather accepting of the gradually growing brutal  violations of their basic human rights. When the head aggressor banned the National Sovereignty and Children’s Day this year, however, reactions from countless people throughout the country rose as a united voice of determined resistance.

Children’s Day is an official holiday that was celebrated yesterday, just like it has been every year since April 23, 1920, “the first gathering of the Grand National Assembly [‘]the Turkish Parliament[‘] (timeanddate.com).” The latest attempt by Turkey’s merciless dictator to erase from history Mustafa Kemal ATATÜRK, a world leader and the founder of the Turkish Republic – alongside the fruition of his reforms, was met with complete disregard of any authority with which the modern-day iron fist had been privileging himself. Celebrations of and by children yesterday have apparently taken on a life of their own, resembling the innocence of Turkey’s much happier past as numerous newspapers and social media reports document amid news on the most recent Erdoğan CorruptionGovernment-linked Foundation Caught Up in Turkish Child Sex Scandal. In starkest contrast, ATATÜRK has always been claimed to have prioritized the well-being of children in Turkey to whom he reportedly dedicated the Turkish Republic.

Escapism is what I seek today, a day after the bombardment of overwhelming occurrences having been made public yet once again but with their most severe impact at this time. I knew I had to avoid thinking about the utterly disturbing crime of organized pedophilia; to concentrate instead on the hope-raising sights of happy and carefree children – everywhere in the world, left in peace by adults to embrace their yesterday, their  today and their tomorrow. A piece of paper I had torn long time ago from a desk calendar then came to my immediate rescue – a quote from Rachel Carson:

A child’s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement. It is our misfortune that for most of us that clear-eyed vision, that true instinct for what is beautiful and awe-inspiring, is dimmed and even lost before we reach adulthood. If I had influence with the good fairy who is supposed to preside over the christening of all children, I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life.

To the permanence of “that clear-eyed vision” in the hearts of children throughout the world and to the loyalty of their life-long companion: “a sense of wonder”!

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. . .a mid-week musing. . .

regrets

 

Photo Credit: Self

Date: Summer 2005

Location: Ada, Sinop – Turkey

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Ageism

excessive now?

 

did one of them hit you in the heart again

do they already find you unnecessary

your shaky voice won’t let me be

 

with that beloved’s passing

last march had brought me my first regret

 

of having potted my roots here

 

my second followed today

 

when you almost apologized

for having lived this long

honoring your four siblings who died before you

adding how your youngest the only sister

still breathes together with her many grandchildren

whose longevity you then wished upon me

a faint hope for the women in our family

 

in all your ninety years

you grew up very little dad

loving but a self-centered man

high-maintenance

as the modern label goes

why did you have to catch up with it all

in one day

today

on the phone

 

i am not like them at all that you know

is that why you reassured me over and over

how well you are doing on your own all alone . . .

 

thirty years younger but i am unwell too many times

 

i also grew very little dad

loving but a self-centered one

perhaps not as high-maintenance

nonetheless a daughter of your essence

 

since the time our pillar collapsed

then much more recently

when you two fell apart

you have shifted to a deepness

 

he won’t come back he cannot

she however may return soon

it hasn’t been that long yet

 

why though are you in such hurry

with no fair warning in advance

but plenty of subtle goodbyes to me

 

are you telling yourself what i used to hear you say

“aloneness is reserved only for God”

please don’t you also rush while i’m so far away 

 

i agonize over your loneliness

how it befell upon you this late in life

did you really not hear me well when i asked . . .

 

they are merely a few blocks from you

yet choose not to be there

and you already stopped forgiving yourself

while you grant them forgiveness in abundance  

 

i just wish so very desperately

you wouldn’t have to hurt this much

that you could cease to grow up at once

 

and to forgive me for everything i couldn’t be for you

 

would you possibly throw in a sixty-year-long hug or two

© hülya n. yılmaz, 2.12.2016

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Like last week’s poem, also this one appeared as one of my three poetry contributions for the March 2016 issue of The Year of the Poet III, a monthly international anthology published by Inner Child Press, Ltd. and consists of poems by eighteen writers, with between two and three featured new poets each month.

 

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. . .a mid-week musing. . .

slow learner

Photo Credit: Self

Date: Summer 2005

Location: Ada, Sinop – Turkey

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Before love, even death bows down

do you

fear death

i still do

that of my loved ones that is

 

when the heartbreak is too much to surpass

my memory box takes me by surprise

 

and i realize . . .

how even death bows down before love

 

© hülya n. yılmaz, 2.12.2016

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This poem appeared as one of my three poetry contributions for the March 2016 issue of The Year of the Poet III, a monthly international anthology published by Inner Child Press, Ltd. and consists of poems by eighteen writers, with between two and three featured new poets each month.

 

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