TUZLU SU SALTWATER

126 Sant Tukaram
Antoloji / Anthology
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Kaygısız
Ufaktım
babam öldüğü zaman.
Yaşadım, ailem için
kaygı duymadan.
Ey Tanrı Vişu,
bu krallık Senin,
biraz da benim. Başkası
bir varmış bir yokmuş.
Karım öldü. Huzur içinde
yatsın. Tanrı
bir bağı
ortadan kaldırdı.
Çocuklarım öldü.
Ne denebilir?
Tanrı ortadan kaldırdı
son yanılsamayı.
Anam öldü
gözümün önünde.
Der ki Tuka: Artık yok
son kaygı nedeni de.
Says Tuka (1608–49)
If Only You Would
If Only you would
Give me refuge O Lord
To stay at your feet
In a line of saints.
I’ve already left behind
The world I loved.
Don’t stand still:
It’s your move now.
My caste is low;
My origins humble.
A little help from you
Will go a long way.
Thanks to Namdeo
You visited me
Seçen Prabhakar Pachpute Çeviren Tarık Günersel
In a dream that left me
Poetry.
Some of You May Say
Some of you may say
I am the author
Of these poems
But
Believe me
This voice
Is not my own.
I have no
Personal skill.
It is
The cosmic one
Making me speak.
What does a poor fellow like me
Know of the subtleties of meaning?
I speak what Govind
Makes me say.
He has appointed me
To measure it out.
The authority rests
With the Master;
Not me.
Says Tuka, I’m only the servant.
See?
All this bears
The seal of his Name.
To Arrange Words
To arrange words
In some order
Is not the same thing
As the inner poise
That’s poetry.
The truth of poetry
Is the truth
Of being.
It’s an experience
Of truth.
No ornaments
Survive