Monthly Archives: June 2008

My List to revisit, June-2008

  1. Balat Streets , assimetric view
  2. Valide Sultan Mosque and Sellers
  3. Yeni Cami (New Mosque) and Eminonu square
  4. Yavuz Sultan Mosque
  5. Galata Tower (Galata kulesi)
  6. Old style “nine”
  7. we love Moda
  8. Basically Istanbul
  9. Scrap dealer
  10. meeting on street
  11. ticket office, Haydarpasa ferry station
  12. visit to friend
  13. traditional swinger
  14. Happy boy
  15. with love and light …

In my life

yellow tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

yellow tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

In my life

There are places I’ll remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all

But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more

Though I know I’ll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
In my life I love you more

Beatles

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

I came like Water, and like Wind I go

yellow-red tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

yellow-red tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

25

Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after some TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries,
“Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There.”

26

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d
Of the Two Worlds so wisely-they are thrust
Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn
Are scatter’d, and their Mouths are stopt with Dust.

27

Myself when young did eagerly frequent
Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument
About it and about: but evermore
Came out by the same door where in I went.

28

With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow,
And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow;
And this was all the Harvest that I reap’d-
“I came like Water, and like Wind I go.”

29

Into this Universe, and Why not knowing
Nor Whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing;
And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
I know not Whither, willy-nilly blowing.

30

What, without asking, hither hurried Whence?
And, without asking, Whither hurried hence!
Oh, many a Cup of this forbidden Wine
Must drown the memory of that insolence!

31

Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate
I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate,
And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road;
But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.

32

There was the Door to which I found no Key;
There was the Veil through which I might not see:
Some little talk awhile of ME and THEE
There was-and then no more of THEE and ME.

Omer Hayyam

by Edward FitzGerald

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

when that Angel of the darker Drink At last shall find you by the river-brink

istanbul tulip festival

istanbul tulip festival

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

41

Perplext no more with Human or Divine,
To-morrow’s tangle to the winds resign,
And lose your fingers in the tresses of
The Cypress-slender Minister of Wine.

42

And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press,
End in what All begins and ends in-Yes;
Think then you are To-DAY what YESTERDAY
You were-TO-MORROW you shall not be less.

43

So when that Angel of the darker Drink
At last shall find you by the river-brink,
And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul
Forth to your Lips to quaff-you shall not shrink.

44

Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Were’t not a Shame-were’t not a Shame for him
In this clay carcase crippled to abide?

45

‘Tis but a Tent where takes his one day’s rest
A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;
The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash
Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.

46

And fear not lest Existence closing your
Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour’d
Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour.

47

When You and I behind the Veil are past,
Oh, but the long, long while the World shall last,
Which of our Coming and Departure heeds
As the Sea’s self should heed a pebble-cast.

48

A Moment’s Halt-a momentary taste
Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste-
And Lo!-the phantom Caravan has reach’d
The NOTHING it set out from-Oh, make haste!

Omer Hayyam

by Edward FitzGerald

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit

purple tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

purple tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

49

Would you that spangle of Existence spend
About THE SECRET-quick about it, Friend!
A Hair perhaps divides the False and True-
And upon what, prithee, may life depend?

50

A Hair perhaps divides the False and True;
Yes; and a single Alif were the clue-
Could you but find it-to the Treasure-house,
And peradventure to THE MASTER too;

51

Whose secret Presence, through Creation’s veins
Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains;
Taking all shapes from Mah to Mahi; and
They change and perish all-but He remains;

52

A moment guess’d-then back behind the
Fold Immerst of Darkness round the Drama roll’d
Which, for the Pastime of Eternity,
He doth Himself contrive, enact, behold.

53

But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor
Of Earth, and up to Heav’n’s unopening Door
You gaze TO-DAY, while You are You-how then
TO-MORROW, when You shall be You no more?

54

Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit
Of This and That endeavour and dispute;
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.

55

You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse
I made a Second Marriage in my house;
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.

56

For “Is” and “IS-NOT” though with Rule and Line
And “UP-AND-DOWN” by Logic I define,
Of all that one should care to fathom, I
Was never deep in anything but-Wine.

Omer Hayyam

by Edward FitzGerald

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

TOMORROW’s Silence, Triumph, or Despair

red-yellow flowers, istanbul, pentax k10d

red-yellow flowers, istanbul, pentax k10d

the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

73

With Earth’s first Clay They did the Last Man knead,
And there of the Last Harvest sow’d the Seed:
And the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

74

YESTERDAY This Day’s Madness did prepare;
TOMORROW’s Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why:
Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.

75

I tell you this-When, started from the Goal,
Over the flaming shoulders of the Foal
Of Heav’n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,
In my predestined Plot of Dust and Soul

76

The Vine had struck a fibre: which about
If clings my Being-let the Dervish flout;
Of my Base metal may be filed a Key
That shall unlock the Door he howls without.

77

And this I know: whether the one True Light
Kindle to Love, or Wrath-consume me quite,
One Flash of It within the Tavern caught
Better than in the Temple lost outright.

78

What! out of senseless Nothing to provoke
A conscious Something to resent the yoke
Of unpermitted Pleasure, under pain
Of Everlasting Penalties, if broke!

79

What! from his helpless Creature be repaid
Pure Gold for what he lent him dross-allay’d-
Sue for a Debt he never did contract,
And cannot answer-Oh the sorry trade!

80

Oh Thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with Predestined Evil round
Enmesh, and then impute my Fall to Sin!

Omer Hayyam

by Edward FitzGerald


taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

rising Moon that looks for us again

yellow-white tulips from Istanbul Tulip Festival (pentax K10D)

yellow-white tulips from Istanbul Tulip Festival (pentax K10D)

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

97

Would but the Desert of the Fountain yield
One glimpse-if dimly, yet indeed, reveal’d,
To which the fainting Traveller might spring,
As springs the trampled herbage of the field!

98

Would but some winged Angel ere too late
Arrest the yet unfolded Roll of Fate,
And make the stern Recorder otherwise
Enregister, or quite obliterate!

99

Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits-and then
Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire!

100

Yon rising Moon that looks for us again
How oft hereafter will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden-and for one in vain

101

And when like her, oh Saki, you shall pass
Among the Guests Star-scatter’d on the Grass,
And in your joyous errand reach the spot
Where I made One-turn down an empty Glass!


Omer Hayyam

by Edward FitzGerald

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

tulips in secret world of shadows

white and yellow tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentaxk10d

white and yellow tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentaxk10d

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

Riva castle and windy blacksea

Riva Castle and Blacksea

Riva Castle and Blacksea

Blacksea is a windt and cold sea. North winds feed blacksea beaches.

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

tulips: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved

yellow tulips

yellow tulips

I just love it

Sonnet XVII

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul