Poems by Tarana Turan Rahimli
This love is still three –month old baby
This love is still three –month old baby
Its milky lips never tasted bitterness.
This world is like an angel in its eyes,
Still no devil slept on its way.
It is unaware of coming autumn or winter,
Still its smile is a bit fearful.
Its wishes and hopes didn’t touch stones,
Its heart is as touchy as a glass.
Still its hopes didn’t become empty,
Its wishes are sleeping in a golden cradle.
At nights angels sing a cradle song to it,
Each morning its dream is interpreted for good.
This love is still three –month old baby
It is setting a way towards longing.
Still it hasn’t reached to its destination
Hey, great Creator, reach out your hand.
I want a lifetime
I want a love,
Like the love of the children
To the children
And to the birds.
I want to hear a pleasant word,
Like the whisper of south-west wind
To the petals of the flowers.
I want a lifetime
Like the lifetime of a good poem.
I want a death
Like the death of a poet.
Translated from Azerbaijani into English by Sevil Gulten
These two poems are Wonderful.
I just loved the three month old love. It is so true that the love is exactly what the poet wants to say during the three months.
👍👌🌹🔔💞
Shiva