Selected Poems of Nâzým Hikmet



SOME ADVICE TO THOSE WHO WILL SERVE TIME IN PRISON

If instead of being hanged by the neck
          you're thrown inside
          for not giving up hope
          in the world, your country, and people,
          if you do ten or fifteen years
          apart from the time you have left,
you won't say,
              "Better I had swung from the end of a rope
                                                           like a flag" -
you'll put your foot down and live.

It may not be a pleasure exactly,
but it's your solemn duty
                          to live one more day
                          to spite the enemy.

Part of you may live alone inside,
                    like a stone at the bottom of a well.
But the other part
              must be so caught up in the flurry of the world
              that you shiver there inside
              when outside, at forty days' distance, a leaf moves.

To wait for letters inside,
to sing sad songs,
or to lie awake all night staring at the ceiling
            is sweet but dangerous.

Look at your face from shave to shave,
forget your age,
watch out for lice
             and for spring nights,

and always remember
           to eat every last piece of bread -
also, don't forget to laugh heartily.

And who knows,
the woman you love may stop loving you.
Don't say it's no big thing :
it's like the snapping of a green branch
                               to the man inside.

To think of roses and gardens inside is bad,
to think of seas and mountains is good.
Read and write without rest,
and I also advise weaving
and making mirrors.

I mean, it's not that you can't pass
      ten or fifteen years inside
                                  and more -
                  you can,
                  as long as the jewel
                  on the left side of your chest
                   doesn't lose its luster.
                                                                         May 1949

                   tr. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk