hapisliğimin on ikinci yılındaydım
üç aydan beri de
canlı cenaze halindeyimdim,
cenaze olan ben
serilmiş yatıyordu
canlı olan ben
onu ibretle seyrediyordu
başka bir şey de gelmiyordu elinden
cenaze yiyordu kendi kendini
yapayalnız bütün cenazeler gibi de
ihtiyar bir kadın gelip durdu kapıda
annem
ana oğul cenazeyi kaldırdık
ben ayaklarından tuttum o başucundan
ağır ağır indirdik
attık Yang- ste nehrine
kuzeyden akıyordu ışıl ışıl ordular.. _ 1949 _
__the armies of china saved to me__
i'm serving the twelfth year of my sentence;
for three months past i have been
just like a corpse
i was the corpse
stretched on a narrow bed,
the living i was looking at him;
warned by his deadness;
and living i could no nothing , nothing else.
that corpse had consumed himself for nothing,
he was alone like every other corpse...
an old women came and stood in the doorway,
she was my mother, she and the living i together
lifted the corpse, mother and son together.
i held him by the feet, she held him by head,
slowly and slowly we brought him down
and threw him into the river Yangtse.
and from the north bright armies will come down.. _ 1949 _