The poem
Today is Sunday. For the first time they took me out into the sun today. And for the first time in my life I was aghast that the sky is so far away and so blue and so vast I stood there without a motion. Then I sat on the ground with respectful devotion leaning against the white wall. Who cares about the waves with which I yearn to roll Or about strife or freedom or my wife right now. The soil, the sun and me... I feel joyful and how.
Nazim Hikmet was one of the most generative poet in Turkish poet history. Of course it was effective that he had lived in jails for years. For example this poem was written in Ankara Military Jail. The poem has a lot of rough copy.