They Have Taken Their First Steps In My Heart

The pain first took hold of my wrists In the heart within my heart My sweet children Took their first steps. Rain drips on the windows There is that which comes From far away With hands in handcuffs I do not know the day or year of humanity... Stars shine Thanks to drops falling from trees The moon springs tight a trap on my pessimism For a night... The pain first took hold of my wrists In the heart within my heart My sweet children Took their first steps. Copyright © Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI Bor, 18.08.1974 Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français French free verse translated into English free verse by Joneve McCormick, 10.08.2005