Poem by Tarana Turan Rahimli
I have love even to a stone
Again my eyes feel cold,
How cold your looks are.
As if your flaming tongue is frozen,
There is no warmness in your words.
Ice is hung through your eyelashes
Snowflakes are spread on your hair.
As if with your lips
The cheek of winter was kissed.
Yu made my spirit shiver with cold,
Your heart is ice, your hands are snow.
Don’t grieve that you are so cold,
I have love even to a stone.
Translator: Sevil Gulten