I Am Here Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

Not with fear, not with gentleness,
I came with my hand on my heart,
Open the door and see what I say.
From one hand, from one eye,
From your teeth to your lips.

Daffodils bloomed in January,
I won't talk about myself,
Of the roses that give birth, of the roses that hang on the walls,
Children go to school early in the morning,
I will talk about horses.

From the sweaty blood of horses,
Open the door and see what I say.
I made peace with all the children I fought with, I play with them.
I found forty varieties of climbing roses to bloom under my window.

The hail did not hit the crops, the locusts did not come, there was no drought,
I won't say I'm tired, I won't wish we had a home.
I won't say that my heart is broken,
If you look into my eyes you won't turn your head,
You won't walk away, you won't hold my hand.

If you look into my eyes,
You will see fires lit on the mountain,
Open the door and see who came.
Look how the pigeon takes off,
You can't say you won't open it anymore.
Open......