Nazim Hikmet - On LivingNazim Hikmet - On Living
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Living is no laughing matter:
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel, for example—
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
I mean living must be your whole occupation.
Living is no laughing matter:
you must take it seriously,
so much so and to such a degree
that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,
your back to the wall,
or else in a laboratory
in your white coat and safety glasses,
you can die for people—
even for people whose faces you`ve never seen,
even though you know living
is the most real, the most beautiful thing.
I mean, you must take living so seriously
that even at seventy, for example, you`ll plant olive trees—
and not for your children, either,
but because although you fear death you don`t believe it,
because living, I mean, weighs heavier.
II
Let`s say you`re seriously ill, need surgery—
which is to say we might not get
from the white table.
Even though it`s impossible not to feel sad
about going a little too soon,
we`ll still laugh at the jokes being told,
we`ll look out the window to see it`s raining,
or still wait anxiously
for the latest newscast…
Let`s say we`re at the front—
for something worth fighting for, say.
There, in the first offensive, on that very day,
we might fall on our face, dead.
We`ll know this with a curious anger,
but we`ll still worry ourselves to death
about the outcome of the war, which could last years.
Let`s say we`re in prison
and close to fifty,
and we have eighteen more years, say,
before the iron doors will open.
We`ll still live with the outside,
with its people and animals, struggle and wind—
I mean with the outside beyond the walls.
I mean, however and wherever we are,
we must live as if we will never die.
III
This earth will grow cold,
a star among stars
and one of the smallest,
a gilded mote on blue velvet—
I mean this, our great earth.
This earth will grow cold one day,
not like a block of ice
or a dead cloud even
but like an empty walnut it will roll along
in pitch-black space…
You must grieve for this right now
—you have to feel this sorrow now—
for the world must be loved this much
if you`re going to say "I lived"…
Trans. by Randy Blasing and Mutlu Konuk (1993)
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