Prometheus

Let this longing be burnt into your heart As by a beak of fire, ask yourself this: Why are they up so high and I in this pit? Why does the whole world laugh and I alone weep? To soar in the highest heavens, to laugh, what bliss!

Some day, should this ailing country return to life Unknown electrician of the future, thirsty for light, Shoulder the wealth of the regions of the mind, Bring what you can to cure a sluggish heart, To feed the soul, to waken comprehension, Grasp the fruits of knowledge with your hands, Bear in mind the hero of ancient myth Who stole the fiery secret from the sky

And do not mind if no one understands.

Translated by Nermin Menemencioğlu