Praise to Jesus Christ and His Family

 

Praise to Jesus Christ and His Family

by Hatice Egilmez Kaya 

-Of course, the April won't end before it begins 

Autumn is a forgetful woman,

whose hands are open to the sky for illegal prayers,

straw yellow hurries in her hair,

seasonless primroses fly around

behind their owners…

You, Mary Magdalene, how much did you love 

that young man who lost his father in the abyss 

With his thin face and sorrowful beard,

Jesus Christ looked like a butterfly on the cross,

as peaceful as when he was

in his mother's womb

by trusting in his God.

Probably he never saw his newborn baby.

He didn't hold her in his arms, he didn't sing lullabies to her.

Her daughter must have long, white fingers,

eyes with honey bubble colored. 

She must be sacred like wine and bread,

fertile as fig and olive.

Sarah: Sister of Venus.

Let the innocent children wash

the bloody shirt of the devotee.

Because the bad guys are always bad,

in that weird copse with red soil.

Soon we all will die;

Jesus Christ, Mary Magdalene, Sarah and I.

We will keep quiet, believing in the resurrection.

In fact, the sound is breath,

until God splits the whole being  down the middle!

(Translated from Turkish by Serkan Engin)