A Poison Tree


I was angry with my friend.
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe.
I told it not, my wrath did grow;

And I water'd it in fears,
Night and morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles;

And it grew both day and night
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole.
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

William Blake


Zehirli Aðaç

Kýzmýþtým bir dostuma,
Açýldým ona, kýzgýnlýðým geçti,
Bir hasmýma kýzdým
Söyleyemedim, kýzgýnlýðým aþtý beni,

Ve kýzgýnlýðýmý; suladým korkularýmla,
Gözyaþlarýmla gece ve gündüz,
Güneþlettim gülümsemelerle,
Oyunlarla, yalanlarla, hilelerle,

Büyüdü biteviye günden güne,
Parýldayan bir elma oldu dalýnda,
Hasmým da farkýna vardý,
Benim elmamdý, biliyordu,

Kutup yýldýzýnýn þavkýnýn perdelendiði bir gece,
Girdi bahçeme ve elmamý yedi,
Sabah olduðunda gördüm ki,
Hasmým aðacýn altýnda yatýyordu sereserpe

Çeviri ; Mehmet Bardakçý