Oh My Captain!
Oy reis, koca reis, alnımızın akıyla döndük seferden.
Savuşturup onca belâ, onca fırtınayı, sonunda murada erdin.
İşte liman, bak, çanlar çalıyor, bayram ediyor ahali,
Gördüler pupa yelken geliyor, gözüpek, gözü yeşil yelkenli.
Neyleyim, neyleyim ki ama...
Bu kan damlalarını nideyim?
Gayri uzanmış güverteye reis,
Soğumuş ellerini mi
Çeviri: Can Yücel
4. Earth and Sky
“Are you a rock star?” asks Natasha, eyeing the tattoos and the rosary around his neck.
“A rock star? Heck no, I’m Captain Cool.” He winks at her.
She melts. “You want another one?”
“I’d love another.”
“Mum made them,” says Zain.
“She did?”
With his shirt off, he’s even more intimidating, like he’s suddenly grown and filled my whole field of vision.
“Uh-huh. We can’t give you the recipe,” Natasha declares solemnly. “But we can make another batch if you want.”
“Oh, I want.” He looks at me as he lets his teeth sink into the last piece. “I have quite an appetite for sweet things.”
Sayfa 32 - lanet olsun, h a r i k a
