Tarana Turan Rahimli

 

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Tarana Turan Rahimli

 

Tarana Turan Rahimli was born into an educated family on February 20, in 1970, in Baku, the capital city of Azerbaijan. During 1977 and 1987 she studied at the secondary school number 48 in Baku and at the secondary school number 1 in the city of Barda.  In 1990 she entered the faculty of philology of Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University and graduated from University in 1995.  In 2004 she defended candidate of sciences on the theme of “Creative activity of Kamal Talibzade”, and got the degree of candidate of philology.    Just during the studentship years (1991-1994) she worked at the newspaper “ Ganj muallim”

(Young teacher) of ASPU, after graduating the university she worked as the responsible secretary of that newspaper (1994-2000) ,then she became editor-in-chief  ( 2000-2007)  of that newspaper.  Meanwhile,  during 1996-1997 she was the responsible secretary of the newspaper “ Zaman” ( Time)  , in 1999 she was the editor-in-chief of the newspaper “ Azerbaijan fighters”,  during 2007-2008  she became the editor-in-chief of the newspaper “ Tahsil problemleri” ( Educationional problems) . Since 2003 she is the teacher of the department of “The literature of Azerbaijan and world” of Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University, since 2008 she is in the post of a head teacher at the same department, since 2011 she is assistant professor of that department. Starting from 2012-2015 academic years she is the assistant professor of the department of “World Literature” of ASPU.  At the same time she teaches Japan literature at the faculty of Oriental studies of Baku State University. Since 1992 she is the member of Azerbaijan Ashugs Union, (on poetry), since 1994 she is the member of Azerbaijan Union of Journalists, since 1998 she is  the member of the Council of Constitutor of World Young Turkish Writers , since 1999 she is the member of Azerbaijan Writers’ Union, since 2007 she is the member of  well-known honorable organization in Turkey  Cyprys Balkans, – The Organization of Eurasia Turkish Literature .  She is the staff member of academic journal of History and thinking” of Turkish World Studying Organization.

She is the founder of literary unities as “ Qar Chichey” ( Primrose)  and “Addimlar” ( Steps)  ( ASPU), like the member of Union of World Young Turkish Writers she took an active part in compiling and publishing the poetry Anthologies titled as “Qar Chicheyi” , “Addimlar” and “ The voice of Turk .  She researches in the field of Azerbaijan literature, literature of Turkey, The literature of Bati Trakya, Russian literature, Japan literature, the literature of western countries,  Azerbaijan literary critic.  She is engaged in giving lectures on the history of Azerbaijan literary critic, literary relations, literature of Western countries, literature of East Slavic people, literature of Japan, Modern Azerbaijan literature,  the literature of Turkish people.

Including she is engaged in writing poetry and prose, literary criticism, publicism and translation.  Her works have been published in Turkey, Russia, Ukraine, Kyrgyzstan, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan , Iran and etc. countries. She was the participant of a number of international symposiums, conference, and literary events.  She is the author of six books and more than 400 articles.

In 2007 Tarana Turan Rahimli got the prize of “Qelem” (Pen) of the competition held by “Caucasus Media” on the occasion of National Media and 170 yearly anniversary of H. Zardabi.  In 2007 she got the message of thanks by the Dean’s office of the faculty according to the results of the examinations held by her.

In 2009 she was honored with the prizes of “The scientific secretary of the year: by the Organization of New Writers and Artisans. In 2012 in Turkey she got Honorary Decree of Eurasia Turkish Literatures of Cyprys Balkans, the Honorary Decree of Gediz University of Turkish Republic,  Official thanks of Izmir Konak  Municipality. Including she was honored with Honorably Decree of Istanbul Tuzla Municipality.

In 2013 at Baku gathering of   she got the prize of “For service to Turkish World” by the Union of World Young Turkish Writers.  On May of 2013 in Turkey she got Honorary Decree of KIBATEK, Honorary Decree of Okan university of Turkish Republic, on December of 2014 she got Honorary Decree and official thanking letter. In 2014 she was honored with the International Prize of Akif Samad by  Union of Turkish Activist Artisans.

On August of 2015 she was honored with Honorary Decree by Turkish Art Platforum.  Since May of 205 she is grant-holder of the President of Azerbaijan Republic.

A number of articles have been published about her literary activity in the scientific and literary press of Azerbaijan, Turkey, Russian, Greek, Germany, Uzbekistan. In Turkey her two books “They will recognize me from my love”

( Izmir, 2013,) “The poem that I didn’t write to you” (Ankara ,2013) have been published.  Including her monograph  “ The decent  follower of the Great generation” about Kamal Talibzade , the eminent literary critic, Academic of Azerbaijan  ( Baku, 2012) ,  the poetry collection  of “ The Whisper of Grief” ,

(Baku, 2007) textbooks titled as “The creative problems of literature and literary critic “  ( Baku, 2009) , a scientific book titled as “ From the literature to eternity”

(Baku, 2015) have been published.

 

 

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Poems by Tarana Turan Rahimli

 

 

They will recognize me from my love

 

Some will leave their traces, in this world

Some won’t be satisfied with anything.

A grave of somebody

Will mention about its owner,

A word of somebody

Will be left after somebody.

All will desire

To leave any word in this world.

The centuries will cause to forget them.

The false castles made of lies

Will be destroyed.

The people will know everything

They will reprobate after knowing.

The fires will be made

For the guilty past.

They will choose only the words

And will keep only them..

And ..and they will recognize me

From my love!

 

 

 

As if your eyes aren’t yours, but strangers

 

You see a handful of soil in my hand,

I look at it, Mother is seen.

It seems you that you pick a leaf,

Wounded leaves are covered with blood.

 

You know, it is the ground under your feet

You don’t know each inch of soil is a grave.

You know the end of all is death and grave,

You don’t know the life is narrower than a grave.

 

You look at my face; your looks are frozen,

As if your eyes aren’t yours, but strangers’.

My eyes are filled with tears,

You will be lost in the ways.

 

 

 

“Requiem” was being played

 

Inside of the silence of the night

“Requiem” was being  played-

Like the lullaby to the last night.

That heart was beating

Inside of mysterious voices.

Getting over the limits of time,

Getting over the borders

Of the entire globe

“Requiem” was being played.

 

Sounds were caught by flames,

Mozart’s fingers

Longing for the keys of the piano

Were got by fire.

His lips that the death left

After kissing in secret

Were whispering to Salyeri still,

“ Requiem” was being played.

The darkness of the night

Smelled sorrow or grief.

 

The sound was lowering into a well,

And at times rose to the height.

The destiny of the  day that was breaking

Was written at just moment.

The heart of the composer

Bored for the last time.

“Requiem” was being played.

 

It was left less time to the morning,

That heart had copied its being

On the sounds.

Its face had turned to white

Signs of kiss on the lips

Mozart was smiling

Like the lullaby to the last night.

 

 

 

The poem that I didn’t write to you

Dedicated to Mother

 

The poem that I didn’t write to you

Will destroy me inside of myself.

When I die it will fill into my spirit

And will leave inside of my body.

 

I shall leave injustice on my shoulders,

Neither the soil nor stone will know.

The spring and winter that I found in my love

Won’t be back forever.

 

The familiar faces of my friends

Will disappear in front of my eyes.

After you my spirit will look for

The word being worthy to you.

 

The poem that I didn’t write you

Will go down into the grave in secret.

You also won’t shed tears

To the poem that didn’t come to life.

 

 

 

Inside me there is love even to a stone.

 

Again my eyes shivered,

How cold your looks are!

Your words as if are frozen,

There is no warmth in your words.

 

Ices have been hung from your eyelashes

Snow has been spread on your hairs.

As if the cheeks of the winter

Have been kissed by your lips.

 

You made my spirit to be cold,

Your heart is ice, your hands are snow.

Don’t worry that you are so cold,

Inside me there is love even to a stone.

 

 

Translator: Sevil Gulten

 

 

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