When You Leave Us Şiiri - Kasım Kobakçı

To my father,
I'm not angry,
When you leave us,
I didn't get offended... I didn't set my heart...

I stared… I was thirsty… I was short… I was missing…
Ah! Yes… -what can I lie- I missed… I burned… I cried…
-Mostly during the holidays-
You know, a person misses the one they love the most...

She cries for the one she loves... she burns for the one she loves... that's how it is...
Burning, crying, silent,
Most of all, I loved my father incomplete…
It's so customary... it's taken for granted.

We know so familiar… Not like the love we are so familiar with
I do not like my father; I loved it so strange, so hopeful, so beautiful,
-My father was a huge winged giant because he was going to go home-
I miss my father deeply… heavy sadness… with a bitter smile.

In my mother's sigh,
While you're diving in,
His voice, his word, which got stuck in his throat… In his breath,
In your silence…

The pain that doesn't go away...Tears...
And I loved it in the breakup songs he listened to
“Did you take up residence in Istanbul, my dear?
You see beauties, you forgot me…”

I was a child…
I kept it -12 years old - I grew up all of a sudden…
I said goodbye to school - because reading was for children -
I apprenticed to jobs that were much older and harder than me…

On top of that, I became both a worker and a revolutionary,
I'm angry…
I pissed off…—the god that makes children miserable—
I swayed the crown and overturned the table of even kings willingly.

Of the wicked kings—all kings were wicked anyway—
At first I tried to destroy his palace, street by street,
I've seen detentions, tortures, dungeons, prisons,
-My father is proud of me-

Happy for me
I do not like my father; I loved it very strange, very hopeful, very beautiful…
-My father was a huge winged giant because he was going to go home-