The Mocking Mahmut — Orhan Veli Kanık

This is my task and my dealing,
I paint the sky every morning,
When all of you are sleeping.
You wake up to see that now it’s blue.

Sometimes a sea is torn,
Sutured by whom you don’t know;
Sutured by me.

And sometimes I am mocking,
That too I’m charged of doing;
I think a head at my head,
I think a gut at my gut,
I think a foot at my foot,
I don’t know the heck to do.

(Dalgacı Mahmut)

English: Işık Barış Fidaner

Had become lyrics to a song by Yeni Türkü:


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