They have judged me in front of the flowers.
The flowers are dead,
the days have spoken.
An accusation pierced my eyes
and I proclaimed my innocence.
They did not listen.
I know the flowers were thinking,
the nights are my witnesses.
I implored them to listen
to what the stars declared.
They did not hear.
In the middle of the night,
my heart surrounded,
I let myself be blindfolded
with obscurities
and swept away,
loneliness planted in my heart.
I could not explain that I had no one,
they would not listen.
They judged me in front of the flowers
and tied the nights to my arms.
They exiled me to darkness
all alone.
I proclaimed my innocence.
They did not listen.

Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Magnanville – 01.01.1999
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick - 2003
 
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