VURAL BAHADIR BAYRIL

VURAL BAHADIR BAYRIL

THE LANDS THAT ALLAH HAS FORSAKEN

Children are eternity,

at those lands that Allah has forsaken.

We are star dust. That’s what we are.

In deep loneliness of universe.

Everything shut up.

Like consonants letters of immigration.

We have already left our souls at

desolate ruins that lightened by moon.

Noone is no longer a seashore for humanity here…

Because children are eternity

at those lands that Allah has forsaken.

TRANSLATION: HILAL KARAHAN

LOTUS

Scattered morning of perception… Glassy

borders… Imperfect beauty’s insistence

on the flesh…

In you I see the mistery. Oh blessed

plant!.. Soul blended with rose.

Existence relaxes… When garden

appears and Being is yet in leaves…

You were the shivering river of creation.

Life has secrets and mind has

oblivion beyond things. Hush!

Let not the ripped simplicity

of bewildering expand between us.

Much is concealed in the heart. And indeed it must!

And sometimes whatever you do,

a lily’s susceptibility is evident to its skin.

Man is deficient in any point of view.

Man, the cursed adventure,

apprentice to the estate of endurance.

Oh blessed plant!.. Soul blended with rose.

That may lead us to look for the incompleteness

in God.

TRANSLATED BY: HILAL KARAHAN

BABEL

Enough! Lower from above my heart

this sky-roof!

Come now! As love comes to fire.

Let each skirt to swirl one in the other.

Wondrously spun wrappings

of nothingness let

me wear!

Time, your spider, time! Detach

yourself from my flesh!

As before, melodies rise from the gardens

as omninous tower and serpent’s

slither. As words, by

and by, blurred

rose!

Oh, patience! Oh, sweet forebearance!

My horse has shed its hair. See the golden plumes.

Rub them together. Raise the curtain.

Crack wide open

the seal!

Last night, two angels descended

silently onto Babylon. Be quiet, my soul, and attend.

The refrain starts anew!

Oh, patience! Oh, sweet forebearance!

TRANSLATED BY MEL KENNE- SALIHA PAKER

VURAL BAHADIR BAYRIL

VURAL BAHADIR BAYRIL: Turkish Poet, writer (Family origin: Albenia) Born in 1962, Magnesia/Turkey. He graduated from Fine Art Academy of İstanbul Faculty of Basic Design, Art Critique and Art History. He completed his masters thesis in the same faculty. Since 1980, his poems and articles about painting, literature and poetry have been published in many reviews and newspapers. He established ŞiirAtı (means: Pegasus) poetry magazine & publications with his associates in between 1985-2010. He published more than 50 poetry books that made revulation in Turkish poetry history. He recevied an honorable mention from the review Yarın, in the field of poetry critique in 1983 and an honorable mention at the Enka Science and Art Award with famous poet’s. He won the 1992 Behçet Necatigil Poetry Award with his first book Melek Geçti (Angel Passed) and the Writers Union of Turkey Award for Şer Cisimler (Evil Things) in 2000. He has worked in the advertising busines as creative director in İstanbul for 30 years. He is a member of jury of Seyhan Erözçelik Poetry Award. He is media sponsor and creative designer of Poetİstanbul and Feminİstanbul Poetry festivals. He has also joined to many collective books, poetry almanacs and literature festivals. His poems were translated into many languages.