Назым Хикмет цитаты

Вариант: Ведь если я гореть не буду,
если ты гореть не будешь,
если мы гореть не будем,
так кто же здесь рассеет тьму?
Источник: "Как Керем» (1930) пер. Л. Мартынова, Назым Хикмет. Избранное в 2 т. – М., 1987, т. 1, с. 75.

Источник: Каланов Н.А. Афоризмы и цитаты о море и моряках. — М.: Моркнига, 2018, с. 21, ISBN 978-5-903080-23-6

Источник: «Стихи в прозе» Перевод В.Старостов, газета «Неделя» №22 – 1964 г.

Источник: Дадим шар земной детям - София Ротару http://https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wzIx81OiJiY

From Separation (6 June 1960)

From Because of You (29 August 1960)

From Welcome (10 September 1961)

From Human Landscapes from My Country, Book Two, Section VII

From It's This Way

From Today is Sunday

From Human Landscapes from My Country, Book Two, Section VII

From A Sad State Of Freedom
Контексте: You waste the attention of your eyes,
the glittering labour of your hands,
and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
of which you'll taste not a morsel;
you are free to slave for others—
you are free to make the rich richer.
The moment you're born
they plant around you
mills that grind lies
lies to last you a lifetime.
You keep thinking in your great freedom
a finger on your temple
free to have a free conscience.
Your head bent as if half-cut from the nape,
your arms long, hanging,
your saunter about in your great freedom:
you're free
with the freedom of being unemployed.
You love your country
as the nearest, most precious thing to you.
But one day, for example,
they may endorse it over to America,
and you, too, with your great freedom—
you have the freedom to become an air-base.
You may proclaim that one must live
not as a tool, a number or a link
but as a human being—
then at once they handcuff your wrists.
You are free to be arrested, imprisoned
and even hanged.
There's neither an iron, wooden
nor a tulle curtain
in your life;
there's no need to choose freedom:
you are free.
But this kind of freedom
is a sad affair under the stars.

From A Sad State Of Freedom
Контексте: You waste the attention of your eyes,
the glittering labour of your hands,
and knead the dough enough for dozens of loaves
of which you'll taste not a morsel;
you are free to slave for others—
you are free to make the rich richer.
The moment you're born
they plant around you
mills that grind lies
lies to last you a lifetime.
You keep thinking in your great freedom
a finger on your temple
free to have a free conscience.
Your head bent as if half-cut from the nape,
your arms long, hanging,
your saunter about in your great freedom:
you're free
with the freedom of being unemployed.
You love your country
as the nearest, most precious thing to you.
But one day, for example,
they may endorse it over to America,
and you, too, with your great freedom—
you have the freedom to become an air-base.
You may proclaim that one must live
not as a tool, a number or a link
but as a human being—
then at once they handcuff your wrists.
You are free to be arrested, imprisoned
and even hanged.
There's neither an iron, wooden
nor a tulle curtain
in your life;
there's no need to choose freedom:
you are free.
But this kind of freedom
is a sad affair under the stars.

From In the Snowy Night Woods (10 March 1956)

From On the Twentieth Century (12 November 1941)

From A Spring Piece Left In The Middle

From Human Landscapes from My Country, Book Two, Section VII

From Optimism (12 September 1957)

From Human Landscapes from My Country, Book Two, Section VII

From New Year's Eve (23 March 1956)

From About Us (30 September 1960)

From In the Snowy Night Woods (10 March 1956)