My country:
goats on the Ankara plain:
the sheen of blond, silky, long furs.
The fat plump hazelnuts of Giresun.
The fragrant red-cheeked apples of Amasya,
...olive
fig
melon
and of all colours
bunches and bunches of grapes
and then the plough
and then the black ox
and then: ready to accept
everything
advanced, beautiful and good
with the joyous admiration of a child
my hard-working, honest, brave people
half hungry, half full
half slave…
From Nazim Hikmet's stirring poem "I Love My Country"
Translated from the Turkish by Fuat Engin
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