{"id":75,"date":"2016-02-04T11:22:36","date_gmt":"2016-02-04T11:22:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/?p=75"},"modified":"2017-03-24T13:06:27","modified_gmt":"2017-03-24T13:06:27","slug":"a-question-to-the-new-year","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/a-question-to-the-new-year\/","title":{"rendered":"A Question to the New Year"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #800000; font-size: 12pt;\">Aziz Isa \u00cblkun<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\">New Year has come, the old year has passed,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> A page of life has been torn out.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> I ask myself quietly-<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> Where has the value of life gone?<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\">I have passed forty years \u2026<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> But have not yet achieved my desire.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> I live stretching out my hand towards hope-<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> Placing myself close to my suffering people.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\">On this rainy night I sink into melancholy,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> I throw the year behind me and bid it farewell.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> For the love of my homeland I am a wanderer,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> Following the desert caravan towards our destination.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\">Always on my mind, \u201cAnswer to the Years\u201d,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> If you know that cry of hope for the Uyghurs.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> Oh years, don\u2019t be proud, don\u2019t mock us,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> We live for our country. That is your answer!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\">I wander on the bank of the Thames,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> The church bells ring loud.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> I send my greetings of freedom by the birds,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> My heart erupts for my country \u2026<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\">I live far away, my country is strange to me,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> But it occupies the gloomy garden of my soul.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> How can I enjoy happiness and ease-<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> Without seeing freedom for my country.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\">No place to go, no close friend,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> I have shelter in London but my soul is numb.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> My breath flows in Uyghur-<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> My path is full of regret.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\">A sea of people around me,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> Though they greet me I do not know them.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> A busker stands under the bridge-<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> His music catches my mood.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\">Colourful fireworks salute the New Year,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> In the Tarim an old man weeps under an oil lamp.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> \u201cHappy New Year\u201d say my friends,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> Ignoring the hooting of the owl.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\">Amidst the sea of people I am alone,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> Forced to speak another tongue.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> Who are the Uyghurs? Who am I? They don\u2019t know,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> Bitterness in my heart, pain in my soul.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\">No difference between day and night,<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> London\u2019s eye turns, spreading its light.<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> The busy clock ticks \u2026<\/span><br \/>\n<span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\"> I force myself to bid farewell to the old year!<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000080; font-size: 12pt;\">1st January 2013, London<\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #008000;\">_____________________________________________<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt; color: #800000;\">Read the original version of this poem in Uyghur:<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><a style=\"color: #0000ff;\" href=\"http:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/yengi_yilgha_sual\" target=\"_blank\">http:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/yengi_yilgha_sual<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Aziz Isa \u00cblkun New Year has come, the old year has passed, A page of life has been torn out. I ask myself quietly- Where has the value of life gone? I have passed forty years \u2026 But have not yet achieved my desire. I live stretching out my hand towards hope- Placing myself close<\/p>\n<p class=\"readmore\"> <a href=\"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/a-question-to-the-new-year\/\" title=\"Read A Question to the New Year\">Read more&#8230;<\/a> <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,70,30],"tags":[33,16],"class_list":["post-75","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-aziz-isa-elkun-poems","category-elkun-poems-in-english","category-poem-translation","tag-a-question-to-the-new-year","tag-aziz-isa-elkun-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=75"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":430,"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/75\/revisions\/430"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=75"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=75"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=75"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}