MOUNTAINS

My head is mountain my hairs are snow,
I have got maddened winds which blow,
For me the plains are too narrow,
That’s mountains where I dwell in.

For me the cities are like trap
Talking with humans is not allowed,
Remain away from me, stay apart,
That’s mountains where I dwell in.

Resembling to my heart its stones,
Having birds singing with stateliness,
With their heads to the sky very close;
That’s mountains where I dwell in.

Give my beloved to the others;
And give my love to the winds;
Send near me the strangers:
That’s mountains where I dwell in.

If some day my value is known,
If it is mentioned the name I own,
And if asked my place by anyone
That’s mountains where I dwell in.

Sabahattin Ali (1907-1948) [*]

 

[*] Turkish poet.