Poem by Nuri ALİZADE (AZERBAİJAN)
YOU ARE THE FİRST RAİNFALL…THE LAST SPRİNG
Looked for my wasted time,
Where it…in which part of my life?
Looked for my white fate…
in her apple of eye…
You are the first rainfall…the last spring,
You are the sorrow for someone…beloved for someone,
If you would be in my heart, would found your picture,
in the pain of my heart.
….from scribble place by pencil
poem drips time by time
…I run and hid from the poem…
…between of the lines.
Translated into English Mesme İsmayilova Aliyulla qizi
Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University
Doctor philology on philosophy
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