Blog Poetry

About My Poetry By Nizam Hikmet

I have no silver-saddled horse to ride,
no inheritance to live on,
neither riches no real-estate —
a pot of honey is all I own.
A pot of honey
red as fire!

My honey is my everything.
I guard
my riches and my real-estate
— my honey pot, I mean —
from pests of every species,
Brother, just wait…
As long as I’ve got
honey in my pot,
bees will come to it
from Timbuktu…

Trans. by Mutlu Konuk and Randy Blasing (1993)

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