Tuesday 23 August 2011

Bir Zalimin Mezartaşı W. H. Auden


Bir cins mükemmellik peşindeydi her zaman
İcat ettiği şiiri anlamak çok kolaydı
Avucunun içi gibi bilirdi, beşer şaşar.
Ordulara, donanmalara hayli hayrandı
Gülerse sayın vekiller kahkahayla coşar
Ağlarsa ölürdü sokaklarda küçük çocuklar

Çeviri: Ümit Ünal



Epitaph on a Tyrant  - W. H. Auden   

Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.