Δερύνεια Μάνα Γη - Deryneia our homeland - Derinya Toprak ana

My Greek poems! English version below.

Βίντεο Αφιέρωμα στη Δερύνεια 

Δερύνεια Μάνα Γη

Δερύνεια μας περήφανη, της Αμμοχώστου κόρη

Ακρίτας είσαι και φρουρός, στου Βαρωσιού την πόλη

Στα πλούτη και στην αρχοντιά ήσουνα ξακουσμένη

για των ανθρώπων σου το βιός στα πέρα φημισμένη.


Είχες περβόλια ευωδιαστά,  μήλα των εσπερίδων

Η θάλασσα σου κρύσταλλο, λουτρό των νηρηίδων

Έδινες σκέπη του φτωχού, του πλούσιου, του ξένου

Ήσουν η μάνα του καλού, ανθρώπου προκομμένου.

 

Μα δες πως σε κατάντησαν ο πόλεμος, τα πάθη

Σου στέρησαν τις ομορφιές τ’ ανθρώπινα τα λάθη.

Σ’ έκαναν κόρην άπορη, φτωχή παραδουλεύτρα

Στάθηκες όμως τίμια κι’ έγινες πάλι αφέντρα.

 

Πονάμε που σε βλέπουμε μισή για τόσα χρόνια

Θα είσαι όμως πάντοτε η αγάπη μας η αιώνια.

Δερύνεια μας περήφανη. Δερύνεια μάνα γη μας

Δερύνεια είσαι το βάλσαμο, απάνω στην πληγή μας.

                                                                             ΚΒΓ

Deryneia our homeland

Deryneia, our Famagusta's pride,

A guard for Varosha, where memories hide.

Your noble name, your wealth, well known,

For your people's good manners, uniquely shown.

 

Your fragrant orchards, a mythical sight,

 With crystal seas where Nereids bathed in light.

 You sheltered all, both the foreign and the local,

A mother to good people, strong and practical.

 

But human mistakes brought a painful end,

The war divided you, a foe, not a friend.

They left you poor, yet you stand with grace,

Regaining your glory in this hallowed place.

 

Our hearts are heavy, to see you cut in two,

 Our everlasting love remains forever true.

We are proud of you, our mother, our home,

You heal our wounds wherever we may roam.

                                                                 KVJ

Derinya Toprak ana

Ey Derinya'mız, gururlu kızı Mağusa'nın

Sen ki gardiyanısın Maraş kentinin,

Zenginliğin, asaletinle nam salmıştın,

İnsanlarının yaşam biçimi, duruşu tüm diyarlara nam salmıştı.

 

Kokulu bahçelerin vardı, Hesperides'in elmaları,

Denizin billur gibi, perilerin yıkandığı,

Yoksula, zengine, yabancıya kucak açtın,

Çalışkan, iyi insanların anasıydın.

 

Bak ne hale getirdi seni, savaş ve insanoğlunun tutkusu,

Güzelliklerini çaldı insanların hataları

Seni fakir bir köleye çevirdiler,

Ama sen dimdik durdun ve yeniden efendiliğini kazandın.

 

O kadar yıldır seni yarım görmek canımızı yakıyor,

 Ama sen her zaman annemiz, sonsuz aşkımız olacaksın.

Derinya'mız gururumuz, anayurdumuz Derinya,

Sen bizim kanayan yaramızın merhemisin, Derinya.

                                                                                            Hande Tugcan

 

 

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