Our Eyes

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.

Translated by Taner Baybars