Ahmatjan Osman, born in 1964 in Chinese occupied East Turkistan, is one of the greatest living poets.
He wrote this mesmerizing poem when he was 19. When I read it, I had to share it with you. Please enjoy all the threads.
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My love, when did I start loving you?
My love, when did I start loving you?
Was it when the first spring was born?
Or when the divine separation blazed on the sky,
Since the moon and the sun were torn?
1/
My love, when did I start loving you?
Venus takes baths in your eyes.
Birds take naps on your eyelashes,
When your secrets sleep quietly.
2/
My love, when did I start loving you?
Flowers spread your fragrances.
Waters remember your name,
Earth sends out your breaths.
3/
My love, when did I start loving you?
How did you come into my dream?
You became the magic song of my melody,
When you took the dawn far away from me.
4/
My love, when did I start loving you?
Feels like we were living for thousand years.
I am your poet, only yours,
As you’re the divine arrow in my heart.
5/
My love, when did I start loving you?
Was I, perhaps, created from you?
I will always be your secret lover,
Til the universe vanishes from existence.
1983
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Translated by Fatimah Abdulghafur Seyyah
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My father’s passing was still a mystery to my younger sister who lives in Turkey. She didn’t believe the news when I told her last year. She was in such deep denial and said, “father is still alive”. Although I was sure about him permanently not being around anymore 1/
there was a secret wish to believe what my sister was saying: father is still alive. Since we are completely cut off from all the direct communications with our family in Chinese occupied East Turkistan, we were completely helpless to confirm the news. 2/
My sister’s comment was, “I will believe it when I hear it from the family, not from the UN”. Seven months passed, she wasn’t able to shed a single tear because she was still hoping to hear father’s voice, to see his face, to kiss his hands, to be in his arms again. 3/