Decoded Clue
via the Playfair cipher
Translated from Turkish
Galloping
from Far Asia and jutting out
into the
Mediterranean like a mare's head
this country
is ours.
Wrists in
blood, teeth clenched, feet bare
and this
soil spreading like a silk carpet,
this hell,
this paradise is ours.
Shut the
gates of plutocracy,
don't let
them open again,
annihilate
man's servitude to man,
this
invitation is ours..
To live like
a tree single and at liberty
and
brotherly like the trees of a forest,
this
yearning is ours.
-
“Invitation” by Nazim Hikmet