About My Poetry

I have no silver-saddled horse to ride,

no inheritance to live on,

neither riches no real-estate —

a pot of honey is all I own.

A pot of honey

             red as fire!

My honey is my everything.

I guard

my riches and my real-estate

— my honey pot, I mean —

from pests of every species,

Brother, just wait…

As long as I've got

honey in my pot,

bees will come to it

              from Timbuktu…

Trans. by Mutlu Konuk and Randy Blasing (1993)