Nazım Hikmet Poems Composed and Turned into Songs

Throughout our history, we have countless writers who have written works using our Turkish skillfully. When it comes to poetry, the name Nazım Hikmet is one of the indisputable masters of Turkish poetry. Unfortunately, he lived through the worst times of the country, including the War of Independence, spent most of his life in prison, He completed the rest away from his hometown and passed away from this world in longing.

Although he wrote many different types of works, Nazım Hikmet always introduced himself as a poet and gifted us countless poems in which he used Turkish skillfully. The poems that came out of the master poet’s pen have met with the notes of many master musicians over the years and timeless songs have emerged. Bride Some songs composed from Nazım Hikmet’s poems Let’s take a closer look and remember once again how lucky we are to have such a person write poetry in our native language.

• Some poems may differ with the song as they are arranged in accordance with the composition.

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Some songs composed from Nazım Hikmet’s poems:

• It’s Good To Think About You / Ezgi’s Diary
• You / Yeni Türkü
• In the Snowy Beech Forest / Zülfü Livaneli
• Walnut Tree / Cem Karaca
• Bor Hotel / Hüsnü Arkan
• I’m dying / Athena
• Welcome My Woman / İlhan İrem
• We were in the same branch / Ahmet Kaya
• I Love You / Onur Akin
• I’m So Tired / Cem Karaca
• We Will See Good Days / Edip Akbayram
• It’s Four Hours / Zülfü Livaneli
• You Are Like Everyone / Cem Karaca
• This Country Is Ours / Suavi

Those moments when hope is not enough: It’s Good To Think About You / Ezgi’s Diary

It’s nice to think of you

hopeful thing,

from the most beautiful voice in the world

It’s like listening to the most beautiful song…

But hope is not enough for me anymore,

I no longer listen to songs,

I want to sing…

My everything and more: You / Yeni Türkü

You are my bondage and my freedom,

You are my flesh burning like a naked summer night,

You are my hometown.

You have green halos in your hazel eyes,

You are great, beautiful and victorious

and you are my longing, which is inaccessible as it is reached…

Which is farther: In the Snowy Beech Forest / Zülfü Livaneli

In the snowy beech forest

I am walking at night.

I’m ruthless, i’m vindictive,

give me your hand, where is your hand?

Moonlight snow,

My felt boots are heavy.

Whistling inside me

Where does it call me?

Country or stars?

Is my youth further away?

among the beeches

a window, yellow, warm.

As I was passing by, someone said:

“Uncle, if he says, come in.”

If I come in and greet you from the ground

household contents.

With the old calendar account

Spring started this morning.

Came back to my Memed

The toys I sent.

unwinded mainspring

the van looks offended,

could not float in the basin

Memet his white cotra.

The snow is clean, the snow is fluffy,

I’m walking soft.

at half past eleven last night

dead Berut, we used to meet.

I have a gray carpet

Also, the book is signed.

hand-to-hand book

The carpet will live for a hundred years.

In my city of seven hills

I left my bud rose.

What a shame to be afraid of death,

nor think about death.

It is our strangest strength,

heroism is living

knowing that we will die

we will surely die.

Hometown, farther away,

My youth or the stars?

Bayramoglu, Bayramoglu,

Is there a village beyond death?

At night, snowy beech

I am walking in the forest.

around me in the dark

I see it like daylight.

Have I strayed from here now,

highway, railroad, plain.

Twenty-five kilometers

sparkling Moscow…

Let no one hear: Walnut Tree / Cem Karaca

My head is a foamy cloud, my inside is the sea,

I am a walnut tree in Gülhane Park,

knots, şerham şerham is an old walnut.

Even you and police are not aware of this.

I am a walnut tree in Gülhane Park.

My leaves curl like fish in water.

My leaves are fluttering like silk handkerchiefs,

tear it off, wipe your eyes, my rose, your tears.

My leaves are my hands, I have a hundred thousand hands.

I touch you, Istanbul with a hundred thousand hands.

My leaves are my eyes, I stare in amazement.

I watch you, Istanbul with a hundred thousand eyes.

My leaves beat like a hundred thousand hearts.

I am a walnut tree in Gülhane Park.

Even you and police are not aware of this.

A night away from home: Bor Hotel / Hüsnü Arkan

There is no way to sleep in this Varna at night,

no way to sleep

from the abundance of stars,

from its brilliance,

dead waves rustling on the sand,

with psoriasis,

with pebbles,

rustle of salty seaweed;

from the sound of a motor beating like a heart in the sea,

leaving Istanbul

crossing the Bosphorus

Because of the memories that fill my room

some have green eyes

some are cuffed

some have a handkerchief in their hand,

The handkerchief smells of lavender flowers.

There’s no way to sleep in this Varna, my rose

That’s in Varna, at the Bor Hotel.

Some sooner or later: I’m dying / Athena

Come the days gone by

Get drunk for raki

Whistle something

I’m dying of grief

good days ahead

they won’t see me

Let them send greetings

I’m dying of grief

today is the day i started

you can be interrupted

Before the night or

you can be so big

What a love: Welcome, My Lady / İlhan İrem

welcome my lady welcome

you are tired;

How can I wash your feet

I have neither rose water nor a silver basin,

you are thirsty;

I don’t have iced sherbet so I can offer it

you are hungry;

I can’t set tables covered with white linen

My room is poor like the country.

welcome my lady welcome

you stepped on my room

forty years of concrete, meadow grass now

you laughed,

roses opened on the bars of my window

you cried,

pearls poured into my palms

rich like my heart

My room became bright like freedom…

Welcome, my woman, my welcome.

Solitude of the century: We were on the same branch / Ahmet Kaya

It’s been a hundred years since I’ve seen your face,

wrap your waist,

should stay in your eyes,

should not ask questions to the clarity of his mind,

touch the warmth of your belly.

A hundred years waiting for me

a woman in a city.

We were on the same branch, on the same branch.

We fell off the same branch and left.

A hundred years between us

the road is a hundred years old.

A hundred years in the twilight

I run after.

A completely different love: I Love You / Onur Akın

I love you

It’s like eating bread dipped in salt

Waking up in the night with fevers

I put my mouth to the faucet

It’s like drinking water.

whenever i think of you

A gazelle descends to drink water

I see the meadows growing

every evening with you

A green olive

A piece of blue sea takes me.

as i think of you

I’m planting roses where my hands touched

I give water to the horses

I love the mountains again…

heavy mail package

unclear what

anxious, joyful, suspicious

I love you

as if crossing the sea for the first time by plane

While it’s getting soft in Istanbul

like something moving inside of me

I love you

It’s like saying thank God we’re alive.

Years of roads: I’m so tired / Cem Karaca

I’m very tired, don’t wait for me, captain.

Have someone else write the logbook.

Çınarlı, domed, blue harbor.

You can’t take me to that port…

Surely one day: We will see good days / Edip Akbayram

We will see good days guys

We’ll drive the engines to the blue

Believe me guys

We will see good days, sunny days

how about us now

On Fridays and Sundays there are flower gardens,

Only Fridays, Only Sundays

now we

We watch like we listen to a fairy tale

Stores on illuminated streets,

where are these

They are 77-floor monolithic glass shops.

Now we shout

Reply:

Pop-up black-covered book: The Dungeon

The strap covers our arm

broken bone, blood

Now on our table

Meat comes once a week

And

Our children come home from work.

The pale yellow skeleton arrives

now we

Believe me, we will see good days guys

We will see sunny days

We’ll ride the blues guys

We’ll ride to the bright blues

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, tick tock: It’s Four Hours / Zülfü Livaneli

It’s four o’clock

Five o’clock, no.

Six, seven, the next day, the next, and maybe who knows?

i read a book

you are inside

I listen to the song in you

I sit and eat my bread

you sit opposite me

I work, you are in front of me

the most beautiful sea,

It’s not gone yet

the most beautiful boy

hasn’t grown yet

our best days

What we haven’t experienced yet

And I want to tell you

the most beautiful word

It’s the word I haven’t said yet

What is he doing now?

now now, now, now

At home or on the street?

Is it running, lying down or standing?

He might have raised his arm, hey rose

How does this movement make his white thick wrist naked?

what is he doing now

now now, now, now

Maybe there’s a kitten on your knee, stroking

Maybe he’s walking, he’s about to take a step

Give it to me every black day

lover

feet in my soul

And what does he think, me?

Or what should I know

why the bean

Is it just not cooked?

Or why most people are like this?

Is it unfortunate?

what is he thinking now

now now, now

It’s four o’clock

Five o’clock, no.

Six, seven, the next day, the next, and maybe who knows?

It’s not like it used to be: You’re Like Everyone / Cem Karaca

My eyes don’t choose love in your eyes

I don’t get love from them in my heart

I got tired of my soul a little too

‘Cause I think you’re like everyone else now

Just last night while I was waiting for your way

I’m sneaking away from you today

I looked into my heart and here it is

I realized that you are just like everyone else

I totally forgot about you

The past is confused now my oath

I don’t have a grudge for you in my heart

I think you’re like everyone else now

To shout out of spite: This Land is Ours / Suavi

Galloping from Far Asia

stretching like a mare’s head to the Mediterranean

This land is ours.

Wrists bloody, teeth clenched, feet bare

and the earth like a silk carpet,

This is hell, this is our heaven.

Let the doors of the hand be closed, do not open again,

destroy the servitude of man to man,

this invitation is ours….

To live alone and free like a tree

and brotherly like a forest,

This longing is ours…

who wrote the most beautiful poems in Turkish We have listed some of the most beautiful songs composed from the poems of the Turkish poet Nazım Hikmet and included these poems. Of course, there are many more Nazım songs. You can share the songs composed by other Nazım Hikmet poems that are not on our list in the comments.