POETS – Poem by Tarana Turan Rahimli / Translated into English by Sevil Gulten

 
Poem by Tarana Turan Rahimli
 
 
POETS
 
They come toward themselves
Till the day they know who they are.
They come to life and pass away thousand times
Till their death-hour comes.
 
They set webs like spiders,
They pull the nets inside of them.
Whatever grief they have, gather in heart
And the grief turns to a new poem.
 
They share grief with mountains,
They shake the hands of rocks.
They teach stones how to speak,
They don’t know the language of destiny.
 
The God always protect them,
There is God’s light in their hearts.
There is a pure child inside of them
God make this child grow old, but not be adult.
 
They pass away being hung from their words,
They don’t let the words be choked.
They are tired out worn-out life,
They die in order to come to life again.
 
 

Translated into English by Sevil Gulten

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