
Hid the heart under the pillow.
May be having open the window
Better … going to the dacha
to the bosom of the waves
That , couldn’t say any words
“Why doesn’t it fit into my chest ?”
Sometimes a storm, sometimes a wind
Let me , İ burry it in the garden
Let it , grows and blossoms .
May be wrap it to the honey …
Making forget the bitter pain
Even if I would deceive myself ,
Making forget the bitter pain
Would drink wine , up to satiety
.Let them, give my heart,
İn a crystal bowl, to the table
Let them , come back to life again …
May be they have no the ball,
May be … İ give them … my heart…
Let them run … till tired of
I will not react … what would say the heart,
I’ll leave it to the fate…
Or…I’ll give this you free
In the silence of the night
I am alone with my heart.
It’s raining, getting wet
I don’t hold an umbrella for her
İ am screaming : “Take…take this,
To give this … my great heart
Transated into English by Mesme İsmayilova Aliyulla qizi
Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University