Autobiography
I was born in 1902
not been back in his hometown
do not like when I return back
three years I lived with my grandfather Alep
Pasha
19 years studying at university in Moscow Communist
to 49 was Moscow to host new
of the Central Committee of the Communist Party and the age of 14 years
do the poet some
familiar with the various species of plants other than those of fish
I know some separations
enumerated by heart the names of the stars of nostalgia
I slept in prisons and even in luxury hotels including
I suffered hunger strike
hunger and almost no food that has not tasted
thirty years when I have asked my
hanging at 48 I have proposed for the Medal of Peace
and I gave it to 36 I crossed
six months in the four square meters of cement
of solitary confinement to 59
I flew from Prague to Havana in eighteen hours
I was on guard outside the coffin Lenin's mausoleum in '24
and I visit are his books
tried to tear me from my party and they did not succeed
and I was not crushed under fallen idols
in 51 with a young fellow I
walked to his death in 52 with a heart split I waited four months for the death
lying on his back, I was madly jealous of the women loved ch'ho
I did not even envied Charlot
I deceived my women friends I have not gossiping
behind their backs I drank but I was not a drinker
I always earned my bread by the sweat of my brow
happiness that I felt ashamed for others and I lied
I lied so as not to sentence the other
but I also lied for no reason
I traveled by train in the most
areoplano car can not do
have been at work most people do not go there do not even know that
what
and '21 did not get into
in certain places frequented by more
the synagogue mosque church temple
the witches and sorcerers
but I happened to read my fortune in coffee grounds
the My poems are published in thirty or forty languages \u200b\u200b
but in my Turkey in my
Turkish
are prohibited
cancer have not yet had
need not have the I will not be prime minister
moreover I do not want
also have not made war
are not dropped in the middle of the night shelters
I have not walked the streets under
planes dive toward
but sixty '
year I fell in love in one word
comrades even if today in Berlin are about to die of sadness
I can say I lived
men and how I live and what I see yet again
who knows.
Nazim Hikmet
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