DON’T LET HE CLOUDS COMMIT MURDER

Mothers are the ones make a man, a man.
Lightness goes in front of us.
Did not a mother give birth to you too?
Don’t kill the mothers Messieurs!
Don’t let the clouds commit murder.

A six year old boy is running,
His kite is going through the trees.
You have run like this once upon a time.
Don’t kill the children Messieurs!
Don’t let the clouds commit murder.

Brides comb their hair in the mirror,
Searching for someone in it
Of course you were searched like this too
Don’t kill the brides Messieurs!
Don’t let the clouds commit murder.

In old age one should remember only
The sweet memories
It’s a shame, don’t kill the elders
Messieurs, you are old ones too…
Don’t let the clouds commit murder.

~Nazim Himet~ 1955 –Translated by Emine Dilek