~ Nâzım Hikmet

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nazim-hikmet Illustration of the poem [ Artist ] Bruno Vekemans
Tangodanser (1995)

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Sur la Vie – On Living

La vie n’est pas une plaisanterie,
Tu la prendras au sérieux,
comme le fait un écureuil, par exemple,
Sans rien attendre hors de la vie ni au-delà de la vie,
C’est-à-dire : vivre sera tout ton souci.
La vie n’est pas une plaisanterie,
Tu la prendras au sérieux,
Mais au sérieux à tel point,
Que les mains liées, par exemple, dos au mur,
Ou dans un laboratoire
en blouse blanche, avec d’énormes lunettes,
Tu mourras pour que vivent les hommes,
Les hommes dont tu n’auras même pas vu le visage.
Et tu mourras tout en sachant
Que rien n’est plus beau, que rien n’est plus vrai
que la vie.
Tu la prendras au sérieux,
Mais au sérieux à tel point
Qu’à soixante-dix ans, par exemple, tu planteras des oliviers
Non pour qu’en héritent tes enfants, non,
Mais parce que tu ne croiras pas à la mort
Tout en la redoutant,
mais parce que la vie pèsera plus lourd dans la balance.

~ Nâzım Hikmet

Living is no laughing matter:
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel, for example—
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
I mean living must be your whole occupation.
Living is no laughing matter:
you must take it seriously,
so much so and to such a degree
that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,
your back to the wall,
or else in a laboratory
in your white coat and safety glasses,
you can die for people—
even for people whose faces you’ve never seen,
even though you know living
is the most real, the most beautiful thing.
I mean, you must take living so seriously
that even at seventy, for example, you’ll plant olive trees—
and not for your children, either,
but because although you fear death you don’t believe it,
because living, I mean, weighs heavier.

~ Nâzım Hikmet

[ Video ] Yaşamaya Dair (On living)Genco Erkal

Yaşamaya Dair ~ On Living

Living is no joke,
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel for example,
I mean expecting nothing except and beyond living,
I mean living must be your whole occupation.

You must take living seriously,
I mean to such an extent that,
for example your arms are tied from your back, your back is on the wall,
or in a laboratory with your white shirt, with your huge eye glasses,
you must be able to die for people,
even for people you have never seen,
although nobody forced you to do this,
although you know that
living is the most real, most beautiful thing.

I mean you must take living so seriously that,
even when you are seventy, you must plant olive trees,
not because you think they will be left to your children,
because you don’t believe in death although you are afraid of it
because, I mean, life weighs heavier.

Suppose we’re very sick, in need of surgery,
I mean, there is the possibility that
we will never get up from the white table.
although it is impossible not to feel the grief of passing away somewhat too soon
we will still laugh at the funny joke being told,
we will look out of the window to see if it’s raining,
or we will wait impatiently
for the latest news from agencies.

Suppose, for something worth fighting for,
suppose we are on the battlefield.
Over there, in the first attack, on the first day
we may fall on the ground on our face.
We will know this with a somewhat strange grudge,
but we will still wonder like crazy
the result of the war that will possibly last for years.

Suppose we are in the jail,
age is close to fifty,
supose there are still eighteen years until the iron door will open.
Still, we will live with the outer world,
with the people, animals, fights and winds
I mean, with the outer world beyond the walls.

I mean, however and wherever we are
we must live as if there is no death…

This earth will cool down,
a star among all the stars,
one of the tiniest,
I mean a grain of glitter in the blue velvet,
I mean this huge world of ours.

This earth will cool down one day,
not even like a pile of ice
or like a dead cloud,
it will roll like an empty walnut
in the pure endless darkness.

You must feel the pain of this now,
You must feel the grief right now.
You must love this world so much
to be able to say « I lived »…

~ Nazım Hikmet

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9 réflexions sur “~ Nâzım Hikmet

    • 🙂
      Un grand poète, résolument moderne, écrivant au fond de sa prison
      « Moi un homme
      moi Nâzim Hikmet poète turc moi
      ferveur des pieds à la tête
      des pieds à la tête combat
      rien qu’espoir, moi. »
      Merci pour votre intérêt et bonne journée à nous 🙂

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  1. So many things come to my mind when
    I view your post my dear friend and poet…life, living,love,death…
    I think we should take time to live
    Life doesn’t stop at death
    Death is a pause
    Anyways this is too serious for me
    🙂

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