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  • Our Eyes
    By Nazim Hikmet
  • 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.