One of the "Poems written between 9 and 10 at night" for his wife Piraye
4th December 1945
Take out from the chest the dress you wore
the first time we saw each other.
Put it on, be like the trees in spring.
The carnation I sent you in a letter from prison:
put it in your hair.
Lift your high, white forehead
with its kissable lines.
On such a day you shouldn't be down and depressed,
it's not right.
On such a day, Nazim Hikmet's wife should be beautiful
as a rebel flag.
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