Our Eyes

Our eyes
 are limpid
 drops of water.
In each drop exists
 a tiny sign
 of our genius
which has given life to cold iron.
Our eyes
 are limpid
 drops of water
merged absolutely in the Ocean
that you could hardly recognize
 the drop in a block of ice
 in a boiling pan.
The masterpiece of these eyes
 the fulfillment of their genius
 the living iron.
In these eyes
 filled with limpid
 pure tears
had failed to emerge
 from the infinite Ocean
if the strength
 had dispersed,
we could never have mated
 the dynamo with the turbine,
never have moved
 those steel mountains in water
easily
 as if made of hollow wood.
The masterpiece of these eyes
 the fulfillment of their genius
 of our unified labour
 the living iron.


Translated by Taner Baybars