The border

 

passenger stop here is the border

the rest is foreign and forbidden

you can't choose among the flowers

the smells and colours, one by one

 

you don't ask a bird for a passport

the ant with its cargo has its pass

stop passenger here is the border

you can't pass

 

don't look at the stream, it doesn't stop flowing

the gazelle drinks that water on the other side too

passenger stop here is the border

you can't pass

 

passenger stop here is the border

neither drawn nor written

you can't pass, nor can you erase it

it is engraved in you

 

Bülent Ecevit

 

poem proposed by Sophie Kurt

original language : Turkish