Showing posts with label sea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sea. Show all posts

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Haydarpasa in purple


 istanbul


Haydarpasa railway station and small fisher boats in Kadikoy side

Lovers
O lovers, lovers it is time
to set out from the world.
I hear a drum in my soul's ear
coming from the depths of the stars.

Our camel driver is at work;
the caravan is being readied.
He asks that we forgive him
for the disturbance he has caused us,
He asks why we travellers are asleep.

Everywhere the murmur of departure;
the stars, like candles
thrust at us from behind blue veils,
and as if to make the invisible plain,
a wondrous people have come forth.

Hz. Mevlana
Mevlana Jalauddin Rumi

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Karakoy port


 istanbul

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Karakoy sea side and boats


 istanbul


Eminonu, Galata Bridge and colorful boats ... taken from Karakoy with Pentax K10D


Like This


 



If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,
Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this.

If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God’s fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.

 



When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
Like this.

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this. Like this.

When someone asks what it means
to "die for love," point
here.
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
This tall.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.
Like this.

 



When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.
Like this.

 



I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Like this.

When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
Like this.

 



How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?
Huuuuu.
How did Jacob’s sight return?
Huuuu.
A little wind cleans the eyes.
Like this.

When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us
Like this.

 



From ‘The Essential Rumi’, Translations
by Coleman Barks with John Moyne

 


Saturday, December 1, 2007

trip in Golden Horn


Golden Horn , istanbul


a small boat with some passengers

Like This
If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
and say,

Like this.

When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,

Like this.

If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
or what "God’s fragrance" means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.

Like this.

When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.

Like this.

If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.

Like this. Like this.

When someone asks what it means
to "die for love," point
here.

If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.

This tall.

The soul sometimes leaves the body, the returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.

Like this.

When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.

Like this.

I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.

Like this.

When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.

Like this.

How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?

Huuuuu.

How did Jacob’s sight return?

Huuuu.

A little wind cleans the eyes.

Like this.

When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us

Like this.

Hz. Mevlana

From ‘The Essential Rumi’, Translations
by Coleman Barks with John Moyne

Karakoy sea side


 istanbul


Eminonu view from Karakoy sea side

 




Invitation


 



Galloping from Far Asia and jutting out
into the Mediterranean like a mare's head
this country is ours.

 



Wrists in blood, teeth clenched, feet bare
and this soil spreading like a silk carpet,
this hell, this paradise is ours.

Shut the gates of plutocracy, don't let them open again,
annihilate man's servitude to man,
this invitation is ours..

 



To live like a tree single and at liberty
and brotherly like the trees of a forest,
this yearning is ours.

 


Nazım Hikmet


translation by Fuat Engin



 

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

different colors from Golden Horn


Golden Horn, Istanbul


Classical view for Golden Horn
Miracle Istanbul, blue, holly spaces and life
You 'll find all colors in Istanbul.

taken with Pentax K10D, 18-55 mm

Thursday, November 15, 2007