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When the hen house is lit for the farm, The hens lay more eggs. But when the poet shows people the way to the light, The people crucify him, The crowd axe him Those who cut off the poet's head while he is alive, When he is dead, they put a bust on him, As if they cut off his legs. While he is alive, they block all his roads, Then when he is dead, they name a dark street after him. While he is alive, they sting him like a wild bee, But after he is dead, They buzz around his name, Like honey bees. This is the poet's life, my dear, this is it. What else? Those who eat the poet's rights Are not as valuable as the meat that is slaughtered when circumcised. What else? Those who starve the poet to crumbs Are not even worth the horses slaughtered for cheap sausages. In this ruin, the poet does not sell himself, And his books are like him; His books are not for sale either. My dear, In this ruin, There is no creature more unfortunate than a poet. If you become a poet one day, Don't come to my grave.
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Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
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When the hen house is lit for the farm, The hens lay more eggs. But when the poet shows people the way to the light, The people crucify him, The crowd axe him Those who cut off the poet's head while he is alive, When he is dead, they put a bust on him, As if they cut off his legs. While he is alive, they block all his roads, Then when he is dead, they name a dark street after him. While he is alive, they sting him like a wild bee, But after he is dead, They buzz around his name, Like honey bees. This is the poet's life, my dear, this is it. What else? Those who eat the poet's rights Are not as valuable as the meat that is slaughtered when circumcised. What else? Those who starve the poet to crumbs Are not even worth the horses slaughtered for cheap sausages. In this ruin, the poet does not sell himself, And his books are like him; His books are not for sale either. My dear, In this ruin, There is no creature more unfortunate than a poet. If you become a poet one day, Don't come to my grave.
Bahtiyar Hidayet
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Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
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