Poems by Tarana Turan Rahimli
Azerbaijan
I shall lose you one day
I shall lose you one day,
Like those that I wrote
With my last hope
And then lost in piles-
Like my poems!
I shall lose you one day,
Then I shall spread on the ways
The sorrow that you endowed me
Like flowers!
I shall lose you one day,
My eyes that lost interest to life
Will see a lot of things
Another grave will grow
In the graveyard of my heart
I shall lose you one day…
It may be good to lose this life…
It may be good to buy a shroud
And cover all your sorrow in it.
It may be good to shed tears of your eyes
Into your own grave.
It may be good to lose this life,
And then find it in the half of life
And let something be left
Amidst you and the years.
It may be good to guard the night
No sleeping, no dreaming.
It will be good if you knew at the end
That it was the life once you lived!
It isn’t me in the mirror
It is brow, eyes, familiar face,
It is a piece of the life.
I looked around, looked for myself,
It isn’t me in the mirror.
It is ice statue in the stone mirror
An ice look has been frozen on the mirror
My eyes are spring, summer and winter in mirror
It isn’t me in the mirror.
Luck is my mirror, my luck reflects me,
It reflects me a lucky lifetime.
My God, how happy it reflects me,
It isn’t me in the mirror.
All what I grieved for is countless,
My eyes never smiled like this.
Mirror can’t see me
It isn’t me in the mirror.
Translated from Azerbaijani into English by Sevil Gulten
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