from: nevin
title: 27 kasım
form: a poem (by yevgeny yevtushenko)

Mother, I congratulate you
For the birthday of your son.
Your heart bleeds for him.
Look, he is lying down here,
His income is low, his height is tall,
And he made a foolish marriage,
He gradually loses weight, never shaves,
It breaks your heart, doesn’t it?

Mother, I must congratulate you
For the birthday of your sadness.
He inherited from you to be devoted to this age without doubt,
His ceaseless childish belief ,
His belief in the revolution.
You didn’t make him rich, nor famous,
His sole superiority is his courage.
Open his windows,
Let the chirps coming from the leafy branches
Wake him up by kissing his eyes.
Give him his books, his bottle of ink,
Let him drink a glass of milk,
Then watch him leave.

Yevgeny Yevtushenko