The Thing — Sadık Yalsızuçanlar

The Thing
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The Thing
Sadık YalsızuçanlarMan does not know the mystery of being or its substance no one knows why or how although everyone mutters endlessly no one knows the value of its essence omar khayyam I was not something that was called to mind in a moment of eternity This is how my story started In those times grapes had not been created yet but I was already drunk I say in those times because time was a moment In those times I didnt know that a moment was infinitely divisible A friend told it to me A friend who had accompanied me and not let me alone in a night I had spent in the observatory watching the extraordinary motion of a star I call him the messenger Like the star he was It was a message for me ________________________________________ Henüz üzümün yaratılmadığı bir zamandan aslında tek bir andan ibaret olan bir zamanın içinden hiçbir şarapta izi ve gölgesi olmayan ama herkesin şarap denince onu andığı bir ömrün tarihin coğrafyanın içinden anlatıyor olanı biteni bize Hayyam İlimde ve şiirde yıldızlarda ve kelimelerde ararken hakikati anlamıştı ki kendini tümüyle aradan kaldırdığı an artık hiçbir şeyin anlamı kalmayacaktı şeylerin kendi başına bir anlam ifade etmediğini anladığı an işte o andı Hasan ve Nizam siyasetin ve iktidar kavgasının ayrı düşürdüğü o iki kadim dost ölmüş ve Hayyam çoktan ahirete göçmüştü Ve aradan yedi asır geçti Sadık Yalsızuçanlar Hayyam a dil oldu gönül oldu ses verdi bir rivayetin aslını hakikatin sırınca şiirin veznince ilmin aklınca anlattı Hiçbir yürek yoktur ki senin ayrılığınla kanlar içinde olmasın

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çev. Çiğdem Aksoy Fromm
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man does not know the mystery of being or its substance no one knows why or how although everyone mutters endlessly no one knows the value of its essence omar khayyam I was not something that was called to mind in a moment of eternity This is how my story started In those times grapes had not been created yet but I was already drunk I say in those times because time was a moment In those times I didn t know that a moment was infinitely divisible A friend told it to me A friend who had accompanied me and not let me alone in a night I had spent in the observatory watching the extraordinary motion of a star I call him the messenger Like the star he was It was a message for me