For you, my human brothers,
everything is for you;
night is for you, and day is too;
daylight for you, moonlight for you;
in the moonlight, the leaves;
in the leaves, wonder;
in the leaves, thought;
in the sunlight, a thousand shades of green;
yellows for you, and pinks as well;
the touch of skin against the palm,
its warmth,
its softness;
the ease of rest;
greetings are for you;
for you, the masts swaying in the harbor;
the names of days,
the names of months,
the colors on the boats, for you;
for you, the postman’s step,
the potter’s hand;
the sweat streaming down foreheads,
the bullets spent at the front;
for you, the graves, the gravestones,
the prisons, the shackles, the death sentences;
for you;
everything is for you.
Orhan Veli Kanik