BROKEN APPRENTICE

BROKEN APPRENTICE

a poem by Serkan Engin

in 

English- Japanese- Kurdish- Lazish- Romaic- Hamshen Armenian- Turkish

Broken Apprentice

I have made my heart a hammer

but could not repair the structure of my being.

My master spews forth his feelings lowly to me,

he expends my youth as oakum.

My desires could not be welded again,

I’ve been broken from yesterday to tomorrow.

They say: “Your offender is the government

and your procreation a generous family.”

- Truly, how can I go to the government my lady?

They continuously beat the marble blue of my dreams,

my innocence has been sickened by abuse and tobacco.

Even though they did not buy overalls for me,

it is the childhood of my big brother that I wear.

The exhaust smoke stains the freshness of my hopes

while the dust of chalk whitens my mind.

The steel prickles of pain prick my heart,

my palms are a field of calluses.

- Tell me truthfully, my lady, is it suitable for me

to wear the blue of the school uniform and the red backpack?

Serkan Engin

Split Infinitive Literary Magazine

January 1, 2014  Vol. 1, Issue 4

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傷ついた'弟

私は私の人"のボンネット'修理できなかった

なぜなら私は自分の心'ハンマーのように'なに-ていたから

私の師は自分の-持ち'謙遜-ながら私に吐き出-た

師は私の'春'槙肌のように使い果た-た

私の™望はもはや繋ぎ合わせる"とはできなくなっていた

私は昨-から明-へと壊されていった

彼らは言う、「おまえの敵は"府だ」と

「そ-ておまえが"み出すべきは多くの家-だと」

それが本"なら私はどう"府に行'ばいいのだろう。

彼らは私の夢に出てくる'いミグ'絶えず"'する

私の無邪-さは自分に吐き-'催させ、虐待や喫煙となった

彼らは私にオーバーオールすら™ってくれなかったのに

それは私が着ていた兄の子供時代なのだ

吐き出される煙は私の新鮮な希望にきつい臭い'吹きか'る

ちょうどチョークの™が私の心'白くするように

鉄の-みのと'が私の心'刺す

それに私の手の™らは皮膚硬結の広がる'野だ

本"の"と'教えてほ-い、私に学"服の'と

赤いバック'ックは似合うのか'

Serkan Engin

(Translated into Japanese by Prof. Masao Sugiyama)

Shi to Shisou (Japanese Philosophy and Poetry Journal)

Issue 317/ June 2013

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Şagirtê Şkestî

Min dilê xwe kirê çakuç jî serast nekir

Kaporta jîyana xwe yî xahr û xûdûr

Hostad eciqîn xwe li min vedireşê

Zarokîya min wekî ûstûpî xerc dikir

Hewesê min qeynax ne digirtin

Duhû da ji sibêra şkestîm

Dibêjin kiryarkerê te dewlet e

Yek ji malbata te yî bonkorî hilberîn

- Rast çawa diçin dewletê keko?

Li xeyalê minê xarê şîn dixine

Çêr û titûn e şêle bûn bêgunehîya min

Dest bi karkirine ke jî ne standin

Zarokîya bira e mine a min li xwe kirî

Dûman a egzozê melisî ser jikele min e hêvî

Hewcî toza gêç e spî dikê hiş êmin

Eş a polê histirîyan di dilê minra darin

Kefa destê min bi xwe zevî ye bizmarene

- Ji min ra rast bêje bira, l imin dihat ne?

Berkoşa dibistanê şîn û çente sorî piştê

Serkan Engîn

(Translated into Kurdish by Mehmet Caymaz)

Guney Dergisi (Turkish Literary Journal)

Issue 50/ 2009

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Thaxeri Şagirdi

guri şqimi sqephali dophi do var matzophxu

squdala şqimişi mondriqeri qaphortha

zerobamuşi ma montxorams şqimi ustha

usthiphi stheri mixmarams beroba şqimi.

qaynaği var uğun xavesepe şqimis

ğomaşen çhumanişa thaxeri vore

’sqani faili devlethi on’ mitzomeran

’otasuşi bonkyori ocaxi sqani ar do’

- hoo devlethi-s muçho ilven didi cuma?

cemçaman ezmocepe şqimişi mila jğatha

ogorus do tutunis anthalu gemzuloba şqimi

a faraneri dulya şeniti var emiçhophes

didi cuma şqimişi tzulunoba'n na dolovonkuner.

eqsozişi qoma gonthams meşvenupe şqimişi cencoba

tepeşurişi tozite dikçinasere deine mepşoni ki nosi şqimi

tzunaşi metali asqilepe mamthen guri şqimis

mcixepe şqimi asthi pupulyari.

- ese mitzvi didi cuma emomsqvanasethu da?

meqthebi-onluğişi jğatha do mçhitha tsantsa qapulaşi

Serkan Engin

(Translated into Lazish by İsmail Güney Yılmaz)

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Το παράπονο του παραγιού

Με την καρδιά τις σφυρηλάτησα... δεν έφτιαξαν οι δίπλες της ζωής.

Το αφεντικό, στα παιδικά μου χρόνια ξερνάει την κακομοιριά του.

- φλόγα της συγκόλλησης δεν πιάνει στα όνειρά μου... αποκομμένα, μέλλον

" παρελθόν. ‘Το κράτος’ φταίει μου λένε...

κι η οικογένεια, που αράδιασε αλόγιστα παιδιά!

'λήθεια μπάρμπα, που ™ρίσκεται ‘το κράτος’;

'λύπητα χτυπάει το σφυρί στο στρογγυλό γαλάζιο των ονείρων.

Πνίγουν την αθωότητα, μεσ’ στις ™ρισιές και στα τσιγάρα...

Μήτε τουλούμι της δουλειάς δεν μου αγόρασαν,

φοράω το παλιό του αδελφού μου.

'ντί της κιμωλίας το λευκό, το καυσαέριο ™αφεί μαύρα τα όνειρά μου

Τ’ ατσάλινα του πόνου αγκάθια μου τρυπάνε την καρδιά,

κι από καιρό, κάλοι σπαρμένοι στην παλάμη...

Πες μου αλήθεια μπάρμπα:Πιότερο δεν θα μου ταίριαζε

γαλάζια σχολική ποδιά και σάκα κόκκινη στην πλάτη;

Serkan Engin

(Translated into Romaic by Mihail Vasiliadis)

Apoyevmatini (Romaic Newspaper in Turkey)

November 2010

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Godradz Çirağ

sirdes çakuç ayi u şidgel çgartsi

abrumis geze kaportan

acervutune indzi pesxa gu ustas

teranşori bes bidasna gu bidzigutunes

yaar pernelçi havasniyes

eregan hekutsniyus godradzim

‘ku maxavored dovlet na’ gasin

şad dağa unnoğ indaniked mem al

-şidag! dovletniyus inçbes gertevi ağpar?

guttan im niyaznerun gundi çaxale

hayhoyuşi u muxi xarevi gu anmaxkutunes

meg nor panihakust al arinoç

medz ağparis bidzigutunna hakunes

egzozin muxe nebegi gu havasis sebiyitunin

tabaşirin toze cermegatsnoğena xelkes

tsavin poğpat puşere nirella gu serdis

nasiri arda zate apes

-şidag asa ağpar indzi erand gellir a?

maktabin çaxal şabikn u garmi lerti bayusag e

Serkan Engin

(Translated into Hamshen Armenian

by Suat Hayri Kucuk and Mahir Ozkan)

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Kırık Çırak

kalbimi çekiç yaptım da düzeltemedim

hayatımın eğri büğrü kaportasını

ezikliğini bana kusuyor ustam

üstüpü gibi harcıyor çocukluğumu

kaynak tutmuyor heveslerim

dünden yarına kırılmışım

’senin failin devlettir’ diyorlar

’üreme bonkörü ailen bir de’

- sahi devlet’e nasıl gidilir abi?

dövüyorlar düşlerimin misket mavisini

küfre ve tütüne bulandı masumiyetim

bir işbaşı bile almadılar

abimin küçüklüğüdür giydiğim

egzoz dumanı siniyor umutlarımın körpeliğine

tebeşir tozu ağartacağına aklımı

acının çelik dikenleri batıyor kalbime

avuçlarım zaten nasır tarlası

- doğru söyle abi bana yakışırdı di’mi ?

okul önlüğü mavisiyle kırmızı sırt çantası

Serkan Engin

Unlem (Turkish Literary Journal)

July 2005