ulukıslak
black train-the brave son of the crazy wind
how many tunnels you passed reaching freedom
the fire feeling cold is my destiny linking to winter
I am in love with the ant with black eyes
The snake winds its own light when in love
lost, orphan, destitute and savage
fire, revival and grief are out of love
lamster, stormy cry and the heart of a yuruk
mehmet is an orphan; inn is his light, sweat and marquee
seker pinar- the spring full of red blood
we drink kumis smelling aniseed and blood
the last quake coming through the past
die and rest in that mystical fission
orisons to ülgen in the cosmic journey,
he was both yılmaz1 and ali2, and also rızayev
pointing through the front sight, rear sight and eye- single target
sergeant hasbi, his flintlock and nacre mauser
best arcane was his speech; the first love and the last hope
the bullet striking even flying; the first hunt and the last joy
why is our load so heavy and divine?
391 chests, the confidant treasure, were trusted to us
alpagut bey and mufti bahattin of revolutionaries
felt bekir-fire ahmet-gerent adil aral
bouncer sergeant suleyman -little aga
mirali bey and inspector hilmi of beyagıl
“a girl escaped to adana, have you seen?”
asparagus- the holy fire of juniper
sickness- evil spirits- negative energy is out
shamanic journey, vineyard house- house of trance
anatolia with an ember heart, homeland of turks
spike- abundance- shining face- ember for heart
my oath is my first love- others shot my last shiver
my destiny, my broken instrument, my breath and neyzen
my mother with her majestic suffering- magician of poetry- fire wolf
locomotive making for the blind dream of night
here comes the train, it is welcome my sweat heart
laced kerchief- the road connecting foreign lands to homeland
hey stoker one more shovel- love is an ember
as it got heated, wet rails vaporized and vanished
bolkar took fire, on somewhere available in ulukısla please
I got fresh and healed in ciftehan-love tune
red rooster of koçak, lulu house full of silver and nobel metal
fresh spring, caykavak passage and sansar beli
the bridal crown varda bridge, gulek-belemedik
which one is running, the road or the houses- never known
silent cry of a frog, grey partridge in karagol
a nixie in cinigol; wedding and merriment in tarbaz
oh neriman! the belt of a wrestler, the first love
the first to kiss the full moon is cherry red and apple purple
altai is red- vintage festival-alpagut save us
it is a bowl of ayran and a patty time, and poetry
ataturkiye- the love competent great pavilion
-okuz mehmet pasha caravanserai
flag of the god- flower of dawn- fresh water is for all
three hundred studs, hundred and seventy houses
son of riza, ethem of ulukısla was only fifteen- died a martyr
lip print of the lost city, centipede lays its eyes on the lowland
wolverine steeped in an old love- hittite sun, aktoprak
on the manes of the scarlet horses of fire, a thousand riders and divine shaman
ah anatolia is my homeland, nigde is my heart and I die for Ulukısla
dursun ozden
www.dursunozden.com.tr
- plucky
- exalted
- end-blown flute player
