Nazim Hikmet
 
 
ANGINA PECTORIS
 
 If half my heart is here, doctor,
 the other half is in China
 with the army flowing
 toward the Yellow River.
 And, every morning, doctor,
 every morning at sunrise my heart
 is shot in Greece.
 And every night doctor,
 when the prisoners are asleep and the infirmary is deserted,
 my heart stops at a run-down old house
 in Istanbul.
 And then after ten years
 all I have to offer my poor people
 is this apple in my hand, doctor,
 one red apple:
 my heart.
 And that, doctor, that is the reason
 for this angina pectoris-
 not nicotine, prison, or arteriosclerosis.
 I look at the night through the bars,
 And despite the weight on my chest
 my heart still beats with the most distant stars. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Farewell

Farewell
      dear friends,
          farewell!
I bear you in my heart -
in the heart of my heart,
My revolt within my head.
Farewell
      dear friends,
          farewell!
Do not line the quay
      waving handkerchiefs.
That is quite unnecessary.
To see myself reflected
      in your eyes
          is enough.
O friends,
      fellow-workers,
          comrades-in-arms!
Here is my farewell
      without a single word.
Night will not bolt the door behind me,
the years will embroider cob-webs
      over the windows
              of my house,
while I yell
      the Prison Song
          like a cry of war.
We'll meet again
          dear friends,
          we'll meet again.
We shall smile again under the sun,
          fight once more together,
O friends,
          fellow-workers,
              comrades-in-arms,
                            Farewell!