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In Istanbul, in the prison yard

In Istanbul, in the prison yard,
on a sunny day after the winter rain,
as the clouds, the red bricks, the walls
and my face moved in the water on the ground,
I, carrying every low
and strong and weak thing of my body,
thought of you, of the world and of my country.

İstanbul'da, Tevkifane avlusunda by Nazım Hikmet

Translated September 5, 2020

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