Poems by Tarana Turan Rahimli ( Azerbaijan ) / Translated from Azerbaijani into English by Sevil Gulten

Poems by Tarana Turan Rahimli ( Azerbaijan )
 
 
I grew up
 
I was left on the crossroads,
I grow up choosing my own way.
I passed through the aches
That filled into my inside.
 
I was interested with a strange wish,
I directed towards light and sound.
I drunk off the love
I grew up drinking such loves.
 
I took hands of the expectation,
I was lost in the corners of life.
I cut the grief to my height
I grew up in this way.
 
My spirit was invaded thousand times,
I took shelter only in the hemistiches.
A fire was made inside of my heart
But I didn’t burn, I grew up being experienced.
 
 
You can’t draw my picture
 
You can draw a picture of a tree or a stone
You can draw picture of fading winter in spring
You can take all what you see in this world,
You can’t draw my picture…
 
You can resemble my eyes and eyelashes,
Even you can find the color of my word.
You can draw the blind patience inside of me,
You can’t draw my picture.
 
Maybe you can draw the heart of a stranger,
Maybe you may knock down the expectation in my inside.
Maybe you may pour my spirit into the paints,
You can’t draw my picture.
 
My image will always be in front of your eyes,
But you can’t be able to see my own being.
Your lifetime may be over, but that picture won’t be over,
You can’t draw my picture.
 
Translated from Azerbaijani into English by Sevil Gulten
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