The Art of Marxism: poetry

About My Poetry

by Nāzım Hikmet Ran

I have no silver-saddled horse to ride,

no inheritance to live on,

neither riches no real-estate --

a pot of honey is all I own.

A pot of honey

  red as fire!

My honey is my everything.

I guard

my riches and my real-estate

-- my honey pot, I mean --

from pests of every species,

Brother, just wait...

As long as I've got

honey in my pot,

bees will come to it

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