Nazim Hikmet
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Nazim Hikmet: Die Namen der Sehnsucht, Gedichte türkisch-deutsch, ausgewählt, nachgedichtet und mit einem Nachwort von Gisela Kraft. Amman-Verl., 2008, 354 S.
Gisela Kraft für ihre Nachdichtung den Christoph-Martin-Wieland-Preis.
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Nazim Hikmet: Eine Reise ohne Rueckkehr. Gedichte dtv, 1993, Nr. 11776, 162 Seiten
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Leben einzeln und frei wie ein Baum und bruederlich wie ein Wald das ist unsere Sehnsucht
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"being imprisoned is not the problem... The problem is how to avoid surrender..."
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La vita non è uno scherzo di Nazim Hikmet
La vita non è uno scherzo. Prendila sul serio come fa lo scoiattolo ad esempio senza aspettarti nulla dal di fuori o da di là. non avrai altro che vivere.
La vita non è uno scherzo. Prendila sul serio ma sul serio al punto che messo contro un muro ad esempio con le mani legate o dentro un laboratorio col camice bianco e gli occhiali tu muoia affinché vivano gli uomini, gli uomini di cui non conosci la faccia e morrai sapendo che nulla è più bello, più vero della vita.
Prendila sul serio. Ma sul serio al punto che a settant'anni ad esempio pianterai ulivi non perché restino ai tuoi figli, ma perché non crederai alla morte pur temendola, e la vita sulla bilancia peserà di più.
SUR LA VIE
La vie n'est pas une plaisanterie Tu la prendras au sérieux Comme le fait un écureuil, par exemple Sans rien attendre du dehors et d'au-delà Tu n'auras rien d'autre à faire que de vivre.
La vie n'est pas une plaisanterie, Tu la prendras au sérieux, Mais au sérieux à tel point, Qu'adossé au mur, par exemple, les mains liées Ou dans un laboratoire En chemise blanche avec de grandes lunettes, Tu mourras pour que vivent les hommes, Les hommes dont tu n'auras même pas vu le visage, Et tu mourras tout en sachant Que rien n'est plus beau, que rien n'est plus vrai que la vie. Tu la prendras au sérieux Mais au sérieux à tel point Qu'à soixante-dix ans, par exemple, tu planteras des oliviers Non pas pour qu'ils restent à tes enfants Mais parce que tu ne croiras pas à la mort Tout en la redoutant mais parce que la vie pèsera plus lourd dans la balance
Quelle: "Nazim Hikmet Anthologie poétique" éditions TEMPS ACTUELS - übersetzt von Hasan Gureh
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ON LIVING
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Living is no laughing matter: you must live with great seriousness like a squirrel, for example- I mean without looking for something beyond and above living, I mean living must be your whole occupation. Living is no laughing matter: you must take it seriously, so much so and to such a degree that, for example, your hands tied behind your back, your back to the wall, or else in a laboratory in your white coat and safety glasses, you can die for people- even for people whose faces you've never seen, even though you know living is the most real, the most beautiful thing. I mean, you must take living so seriously that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees- and not for your children, either, but because although you fear death you don't believe it, because living, I mean, weighs heavier.
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Let's say you're seriously ill, need surgery - which is to say we might not get from the white table. Even though it's impossible not to feel sad about going a little too soon, we'll still laugh at the jokes being told, we'll look out the window to see it's raining, or still wait anxiously for the latest newscast ... Let's say we're at the front- for something worth fighting for, say. There, in the first offensive, on that very day, we might fall on our face, dead. We'll know this with a curious anger, but we'll still worry ourselves to death about the outcome of the war, which could last years. Let's say we're in prison and close to fifty, and we have eighteen more years, say, before the iron doors will open. We'll still live with the outside, with its people and animals, struggle and wind- I mean with the outside beyond the walls. I mean, however and wherever we are, we must live as if we will never die.
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This earth will grow cold, a star among stars and one of the smallest, a gilded mote on blue velvet- I mean this, our great earth. This earth will grow cold one day, not like a block of ice or a dead cloud even but like an empty walnut it will roll along in pitch-black space ... You must grieve for this right now -you have to feel this sorrow now- for the world must be loved this much if you're going to say ``I lived´´ ...
Nazim Hikmet February, 1948 Trans. Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk - 1993
Das schönste Meer
Das schönste Meer: es ist das noch unbefahrene... Das schönste Kind: es ist das noch nicht erwachsene. Unsere schönsten Tage: es sind die noch nicht gelebten. Das allerschönste Wort was ich Dir sagen wollte: es ist das noch nicht ausgesprochene Wort...
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Il più bello dei mari è quello che non navigammo.
Il più bello dei nostri figli non è ancora cresciuto.
I più belli dei nostri giorni non li abbiamo ancora vissuti.
E quello che vorrei dirti di più bello non te l'ho ancora detto.
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Über dem Meer die bunte Wolke
Über dem Meer die bunte Wolke Darauf das silberne Schiff Darinnen der gelbe Fisch In der Tiefe blauer Tang An der Küste ein nackter Mann Der steht da und überlegt
Soll ich die Wolke sein? Oder das Schiff? Oder der Fisch? Oder vielleicht der Tang?
Weder noch! Das Meer musst du sein, mein Sohn!
Mit seiner Wolke, Mit seinem Schiff, Mit seinem Fisch, Mit seinem Tang
Nazim Hikmet Übersetzung: Rana Talu
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Das Maerchen der Maerchen
Wir stehen am Wasser, die Platane und ich. Im Wasser unser Spiegelbild, die Platane und ich. Das Licht des Wassers erleuchtet uns, die Platane und mich. Wir stehen am Wasser, die Platane und ich und die Katze. Im Wasser unser Spiegelbild, die Platane und ich und die Katze. Das Licht des Wassers erleuchtet uns, die Platane und mich und die Katze. Wir stehen am Wasser, die Platane und ich und die Katze und die Sonne. Im Wasser unser Spiegelbild, die Platane und ich und die Katze und die Sonne. Das Licht des Wassers erleuchtet uns, die Platane und mich und die Katze und die Sonne. Wir stehen am Wasser, die Platane und ich und die Katze und die Sonne und unser Leben. Im Wasser unser Spiegelbild, die Platane und ich und die Katze und die Sonne und unser Leben. Das Licht des Wassers erleuchtet uns, die Platane und mich und die Katze und die Sonne und unser Leben. Wir stehen am Wasser. Zuerst wird die Katze vergehen, ihr Spiegelbild erlischt im Wasser. Dann werde ich vergehen, mein Spiegelbild erlischt im Wasser. Dann wird die Platane vergehen, ihr Spiegelbild erlischt im Wasser. Dann wird das Wasser vergehen. Die Sonne wird bleiben, dann vergeht auch sie. Wir stehen am Wasser, die Platane und ich und die Katze und die Sonne und unser Leben. Das Wasser ist kuehl, die Platane ist hoch, ich schreibe Gedichte, die Katze schlaeft, die Sonne waermt uns - gottlob, wir leben. Das Licht des Wassers erleuchtet uns, die Platane und mich und die Katze und die Sonne und unser Leben. NazimHikmet (1902-1963)
AUTOBIOGRAPHY
I was born in 1902 I never once went back to my birthplace I don't like to turn back at three I served as a pasha's grandson in Aleppo at nineteen as a student at Moscow Communist University at forty- nine I was back in Moscow as the Tcheka Party's guest and I've been a poet since I was fourteen some people know all about plants some about fish I know separation some people know the names of the stars by heart I recite absences I've slept in prisons and in grand hotels I've known hunger even a hunger strike and there's almost no food I haven't tasted at thirty they wanted to hang me at forty-eight to give me the Peace Prize which they did at thirty-six I covered four square meters of concrete in half a year at fifty- nine I flew from Prague to Havana in eighteen hours I never saw Lenin I stood watch at his coffin in '24 in '61 the tomb I visit is his books they tried to tear me away from my party it didn't work nor was I crushed under the falling idols in '51 I sailed with a young friend into the teeth of death in '52 I spent four months flat on my back with a broken heart waiting to die I was jealous of the women I loved I didn't envy Charlie Chaplin one bit I deceived my women I never talked my friends' backs I drank but not every day I earned my bread money honestly what happiness out of embarrassment for others I lied I lied so as not to hurt someone else but I also lied for no reason at all I've ridden in trains planes and cars most people don't get the chance I went to opera most people haven't even heard of the opera and since '21 I haven't gone to the places most people visit mosques churches temples synagogues sorcerers but I've had my coffee grounds read my writings are published in thirty or forty languages in my Turkey in my Turkish they're banned cancer hasn't caught up with me yet and nothing says it will I'll never be a prime minister or anything like that and I wouldn't want such a life nor did I go to war or burrow in bomb shelters in the bottom of the night and I never had to take to the road under diving planes but I fell in love at almost sixty in short comrades even if today in Berlin I'm croaking of grief I can say I've lived like a human being and who knows how much longer I'll live what else will happen to me Nazim Hikmet (this autobiography was written in east Berlin on 11 September 1961) Trans. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk (1993
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