GIVE ME YOUR HAND, MY LADY, dedicated to my secret love

I have forgotten the meaning under any sense that was once rhythmic
Nothing touches my soul in the vein of life and nothing is any longer hectic
Over a thin line of survival lies no gain,
Which brings neither breath nor pain
I have really lost the memory of a man living in humanity so soul-metric
There is a melody keeping its place in between my lips
Just on the way to express your name, everything slips
I am sometimes asked of my writings in the book of my life
Where the sentences, the words and the lines smell of my wife
Tomorrow is nothing but a dream to come together under a star
Which will teach how to endure the brutal distances being so far
Turning to the beginning of a story including who and how we are
The winds of love, the breeze of heart-shake, the scent of moon
Something gets stuck in my throat in your absence, praying every noon
The growth of tension, the vibration of aches will appear that soon
From now on will be written such a lonesome story
Find me among the bushes of deserted bird corpses
Try and figure out a leaf kept away from even a drop of water
Make an attempt to reveal a handkerchief crying endlessly
Search for the ash of a paper screaming your name
Comparisons and contrasts cannot fulfil a wedding together
My arms, my hands, my soul and heart have come to surrender

Written by the master of loneliness,

Okan EMANET

The flash of remedy, dedicated to my secret love

Among the aches
Upon what makes
My heart grow so tender,
All such rain drops surrender, when there rise your eyes-flash
In between what is raining heavily, my mind is getting a squash
I attempt to touch the picture arising out of the heavy fog
Suddenly, the unpalatable truth throws its pain-giving blog
Your absence stinks into my soul once the rain gets a stop
So calling for help from above, all the feelings just fly atop
The flag is swinging here and there, with the slight appearance of my lady
The rainbow is painted within your brilliant eyes, resembling the paradise
Your eyes, in face of my helpless being, turn into a flash of remedy
Counting the clicking hours, this weeping wreckage longs for making a size
So start to sing the wonderful song of the rain again through those lips
Witness how all these years have passed, how achingly love slips
Radiate the flash of remedy overall my breath
Call for that lamenting man only just before his death

Written by
the master of loneliness,
loneliterature
Okan EMANET

Blast, for my secret love

One day, you and I will be a thing of the past,
You will see there will be nothing to last,
But you know, love is like a bird in the cage ready to blast
The years of merry and bliss have elapsed so fast

Turn my page, for my secret love

The feel-blissful sensation has become a thing of the past,
whereby charges over my soul are going on; this brain gets to blast
The seasonal changes have lost their sense in my life so terribly fast,
wherethrough the veins of love come to be contaminated onto this chest
Lies; only lies all around me, unfortunately
There seems no way to realize how possibly the man living inside my all will last...

So, the secrecy of love, just read these lines
And go on installing all types of aching fines...

Turn my page
And see how I have become too age
Turn my page
And read my mere adage
"The tears throughout my face never cease to exist"

Towards the encounter of day-passage, my mind only reads my insult,
wherein there have appeared heartaches and longing as my sole cult
I find it really difficult to hold this head for the shining morning
wherewith a heavy load of anguish falls upon me, leads to surrendering

Turn my page, my secret love, just turn my page
and witness how achingly there goes my life passage
and read into the lines of how this man failed to be sage
and finally burn your head with my mere adage
"if there is off the chance that love really lives,
this emotion of mine will carry it to you in beehives"

Who can give the right answer to that question?

As there will be dense discussion in the years to come over _________ our world will be maintained despite many obstacles, the scientists are rather busy.

A) the fact that
B) what
C) how
D) even so
E) however

Sessizliği Dinle; Gizli aşkıma

İçimin sert esen rüzgârı çığlıklar attığında,
Sen bence sessizliği dinle
Anlarsın sensizliğimde aslında yaşıyorum seninle
Yüreğimde kanayan gözyaşlarında sesin kazılı
Nefes alış verişlerimde kalp atışların yazılı
Kalabalıkların arasında bilinmeyen sesler yayıldığında,
Bence sen sessizliği dinle
Dinlersin o zaman kalbim atıyor nefesinle

Gecelerin sabaha vuslat vurduğu anlarda,
Sensizliğin sessiz çığlıklarının ortaya çıktığı zamanlarda
Bence sen yine de sessizliği dinle
Anlatır sana; gözlerim parlıyor hayalinle

Sensizlikteki sessizlik hayatın yegâne masalı
Bence bu gereksiz yüreği kurban niyetine asmalı

Okan EMANET

Sonnet #5 : no more line, no being so fine; dedicated to my secret love :(:(

In the long run of this life vanished many traces of line,
The inner wall of my heart is hinged with roads of scars,
How on earth I am expected to find a way to become fine!
Since your disappearance, that being has been filled with tars
Since your previous existence, that pale structure had flowered
Actually, rhymes and melodies cannot dance with your sense
Furthermore, I have got to carry a mass of body so lowered
In that manner, imagination and supposition are kept in a fence
Where labyrinths have put me into the hysteria ever told
Inside my soul is ticking the number of the days till I die
There is a man afterwards henceforth getting old and old
While watching the curtains of clouds, I am about to fly

Something really curious is pulling me into a callous core
Haplessly, I have been grown out of the resolution-door

Patience, for the sake of my secret love :(:(

I am going to get down on writing the life story of Okan Emanet,
who is too shabby and miserable to deserve the throne of love-set
The lines will be all filled with the excellence of your paradise-eyes
As days will follow all the nights, this heart will pursue your very presence
The rank of being a self beside your dreams is too much for this sense
There will be sentences of longings for you; there will be the song of tears
There will be hidden the words of scream for you; there will be cries of fears
The hours clicking the scent of your existence, there will be your dynasty
The pages of lamenting will touch upon the day when I see your beauty

Wall, dedicated to my secret love :(:(

Wall

I feel that the wall of my vein is thinning as minutes call for a farewell,
which brings with, after my death, a gate to heaven or hell
there will be no call on my gravestone, there will be only a cold wall
Whoa! the lady with endless gazes of stars and melting ice
Before the toll of death rings for that aching man,
will you hear of the sound screaming on your very eyes
will you touch the feel-nothing-sensational tan
will you henceforth lament for my going so far away
or will you stay behind a wall watching my corpse just like clay?

Written by
the master of loneliness,
loneliterature
Okan EMANET

THE EYES' HIDE OVER ME

Through the noon and the nights get started the kingdom of fights,
where aches off the wall and grievances in my soul taste all the sights
From the port at which I deserted who I really am, my sanity is covered with a hide,
Next to my humanity exists what is a melody in disguise; there is a road I can ride,
but with any attempt, the crying face of the sun falls down on me, making me mild,
No guides are present here and there around us, absent is the real sense of side
I am here crawling beside, waiting for my secret love begged to be my would-be bride
And the row and sow has shifted me into such a man in pursuit of what Ok-Em means,
my sparkling secrecy of love chases me to the marvelous hide of heaven and teens
As a man without the knowledge of what is meant by "first..."; I have got to know,
Swimming into the road of your eyes, this heart is day by day enhancing to grow
All the tints of masterpieces could only be invaluable over your skin and brow
Let my final destiny lie on your way, on your lip, on your lap and in your mornings
Let all the stars become really bright with the essence of your hand and longings

Secret love by Ok-Em

Secret love

For whose sake ...
Does the sky seem so blue,
Does anything appear that fake,
For whose sake ...
Does a living tan take
Does a survival make
For whose sake ... again
Does this mind of mine stay at stake
Merely for the sake of my secret love...

Tides of Sorrow, new Sonnet of mine

As in the form of a wavy sea
Tides of sorrow are in such a pursuit
The clicks on my heart stink and flee
Eradicating the sense in my soul, erasing love fruit
Tempted to weep in every second to pond
These eyes will account for the would-be river
Where the early lovers would swim, being quite fond
Some melody whispers merry, curiously making me surrender
Some song listens in to me, as if I were an inspiration
My visits to heaven get soaked rather tenderly
My journey to morrow is equipped with allegation
You have missed all the hours to touch gracefully

Tides of sorrow are snowing into my soul
Prays on your ways cling to the slope as a whole

Written by
the literature of loneliness
Okan EMANET


for the sake of my secret love

The Gun on me...

Mystery is a game left with only unknown scars,
Which you can dance by sleeping into a road of hell,
Surround yourself with a cell,
Try and sell your bloody body
Never put forward your damned smell
I want to go pale while your very skin is on sale,
I long to disappear just as you are to become pear,
A farewell to your inaccessibility...

written by
Ok-Em
for my hatred...

Only you..

Utter something smelling of you,
Drop all my tears down,
Shake my fate to the extent of death,
Charge a remarkable blame on my destiny,
Cut off my throat that will never speak of you,
Forget my name,
Tread over it for another one’s fame,
Rhymes get polluted in face with your presence,
Count the number of heart-beats that grind your incredible being,
Slay my very blood and soul,
Massacre me as a whole...

Written by
Ok-Em
for the sake of my secret love

Assumption

I assumed that I found the right heart to serve
That would never get on my sense-nerve
So as the same story goes to swerve,
Unfortunately, I am on the same curve
It has turned out that love is merely a murmur

Written by
Okan EMANET
for his secret love

At noon, dedicated to my love-serve lady

At Noon
The selves living in the palaces witness a truth
Life, as it is called, is a drama including every oath
Starting from youngster to adulthood, eating your youth
The tolls get to ring, bringing forward all the words to mouth
Please, God Let the clicking time come to end
May God block the universal rhyme
Nine, ten and eleven are coming out at noon
Having seated to the chair of loneliness, a man comes to think
“All the world’s living bodies are trying to stick into my heart,
Many drops of tears have dropped over since getting apart
There have been loads of scars in my soul,
This breath of my own cannot stand as a whole”

At noon, trivial is the rank of being king,
At noon, nobody can smile and sing,
At noon, eyes can only see the slope to cling,
At noon, try as much as you can, but you can’t fling,
At noon, the veins throughout my body long for you,
At noon, with the absence of your eyes finishes the hue
At noon, the expression of death is my own name...

written by okan emanet
literature of loneliness

Damla Damla Ferdi Tayfur Fransızca çeviri Aliye Bilgi'den...

Damla damla

Goutte à goutte

Açılmadım güller gibi

Je n’ai pas éclos comme les roses

Unutmadım eller gibi

Je n’ai pas oublié comme les étrangères

Boz bulanık seller gibi

Comme les rivières débourantes et floues

Çağladığım senin için

Le temps où J’ai murmuré est pour toi

Şimdi bilmem nerdesin

Comment peux-je savoir où tu te trouves maintenant

Benden uzak kiminlesin

Est-ce que c’est possible de savoir avec qui tu es

Damla damla gözümdesin

Guette à guette, tu es les larmes de mes yeux

Ağladığım senin için

Le temps où j’ai pleuré est pour toi

Sensiz hayat bir işkence

Sans toi, la vie me torture

Dilimdesin gündüz gece

Tu es dans ma paroles nuit et jour

Satır satır hece hece

Ligne à ligne, syllabe à syllabe

Şarkılarım senin için

Tous mes chansons sont pour toi

Garip der ki neyleyim

Cet homme pauvre dit, est-ce qu’il y a d’autre chose que je peux faire?

Derdimi kime söyleyeyim

İl ajoute, à qui je m’épanche

Can vermeden gel göreyim

Viens ici avant que je ne rende cette âme

Öleceğim senin için

Je mourirai pour toi

İbadetim senin için

Ma prière est pour toi

Dualarım senin için

Mes espoirs sont pour toi

Sanma Sana Dönerim (Değerli Öğrencim Aliye Bilgi'nin kaleminden)

Sanma sana dönerim

N’assumes pas je te retournerai

Düştüm yine çaresiz gurbetin yollarına

Déséspérement, je m’ai en route de l’exil

Ne o resmini isterim ne selam gönder bana

Je ne veux ni cette photo de toi ni m’envoies de salutations

Alıştım yokluğuna hasret nedir bilirim

Je m’ai adapté à ton absence, je sais ce que l’aspiration vraiment signifie

Eğer yolum düşerse sanma sana gelirim

Si je passe près de ta route ,n’assumes pas je te retournerai

Geçti artık sevgilim bir daha dönmem geri

C’est fini mon amour, je ne retourne jamais

Güldürmedin gözlerimi sevdiğim günden beri

Tu ne me déride rien dépuis de jour que je t’ai aimé

Alıştım yokluğuna hasret nedir bilirim

Je m’ai adapté à ton absence , je sais ce que l’aspiration vraiment signifie

Eğer yolum düşerse sanma sana gelirim

Si je passe près de ta route, n’assumes pas je te retournerai

one of the songs by the king of invaluable songs, Ferdi Tayfur

One of the songs by Ferdi Tayfur in English version