Our Eyes

Our eyes
are limpid
drops of water.

In each drop exists
a tiny sign
of our geniuswhich has given life to cold iron.

Our eyes
are limpid
drops of watermerged absolutely in the Oceanthat you could hardly recognize
the drop in a block of ice
in a boiling pan.

The masterpiece of these eyes   the fulfillment of their genius
the living iron.

In these eyes
filled with limpid
pure tearshad failed to emerge
from the infinite Oceanif the strength
had dispersed,
we could never have mated
the dynamo with the turbine,
never have moved   those steel mountains in watereasily
as if made of hollow wood.

The masterpiece of these eyes   the fulfillment of their genius
of our unified labour
the living iron.

Translated by Taner Baybars