Time in Bursa
#Bursa
A courtyard of an old mosque in Bursa,
Water running from the fountain.
A wall standing since Orhan’s time
A maple tree of the same age;
Spreading the calm of the day in all
directions
And the sorrow of being fragments of a
dream…
There is something smiling at me
A memory coming from a peaceful place…
Greenfields with blue skies,
And the holiest of buildings.
Everything named after past victories
Capturing eternity in a single moment.
Where magic still lives on from days
bygone.
In every stone, there are remnants of
that happy dream.
Serenity
Nostalgia flooding my heart
Gumuslu, the victorious morning
Muradiye, the reward of perseverance…
White lilies symbolize my life
Tombs, mosques, gardens…
The noble story of thousands of
soldiers…
The noise of war’s thunder going up
to the sky…
Tells the story to every passer-by
Bursa sleeping in the bosom of a
dream every night.
Every morning it wakes up with the
same dream,
The early morning sun kisses the
cypresses and the roses,
Cool dreams of the gardens…
I am living the beginning of a
miracle,
The sweet sound of water and the bird’s
wings,
Time in Bursa, a crystal chandelier
We visited the Green Mosque yesterday
evening
We heard the sweet music of the Holy Koran
The sound coming from the ancient
tiles.
With the pure joy of the Conquering
days
I found this place beaming with your
smile
I wish we could sleep our eternal
sleep
Right here, with you,
Side by side
In this dream…I wish our horizon
Filled up with this light and this color
Filled up with this light and this color
With the holy harmony
For sure, death will be the sleep of
angels
In this magical infinity
Perhaps they dream of
White gardens and the sound of water….
Ahmet Hamdi Tanpınar
Translated by Elif Mat Erkmen
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