C A N Y Ü C E L
_____________________________________________[ I SAW CHRIST IN A VISION LAST NIGHT ]
Translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
I saw Christ in a vision last night
He was the same as alive, half dead
He is standing like a specter on the raft
If you say this is the sea, it's not, it is the Lake of Galilee
The cross is around his neck like a hanged man
As the raft rolls he sways too.
On the shore a herd of wise fishermen
Staring at the cross they get swayed too.
As you know, prophecy is also a craft
It also has a science, an art.
At first chance, he must push forward his ware
So that the demand increases, the market widens.
What's Christ's craft? Miracles…
The ones who know the New Testament will remember it:
The Good Lord caught fish with his cock.
Look, darling, this is the power of faith.
As he entered my dream I said to myself: “Now,
Is he going to challenge nature again?”
In fact, opening his breeches doesn't
He hang his cock into the waters?
Of course, we got all exhausted waiting a long time,
But wasn't it all all worth it?
But what at last did he fish out of the water?
A dried fig turned purple in the cold.
A heavenly music began to play then.
The God's messanger delivered an angry note:
The biggest fault was in the Turkish police, it said.
When it poured Marx and Engels into the sea
The bane of Dialectic Materialism passed
From the books into the fish…
They don't swallow now either miracles or net
Or hooks.
Then he stepped to the pavement at Kumkapi
And getting into an official car he disappeared.
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