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    Азербайджанский (Azərbaycan)

Mən və Siz

Я и Вы

Özgə bir diyardan gəlmişəm bura,
Deyiləm Sizinlə eyni biçimdə.
Xoşuma gəlməyir soyuq gitara,
Vəlışi zurna səsi inlər içimdə.

Cəlb etməyir məni geniş salonlar,
Şeir oxuyuram əjdahalara.
Boş şeydir tünd pencək ədalı donlar.
Varam buludlara, şır-şır sulara.

Şəkildə gözünü ulduza dikən
Cəngavər zatına yoxdur marağım
Su üçün əyilib belini büken
Ərəb tək səhradan gəlsim sorağım.

Can verən deyiləm yorğan-döşəkdə,
Öləcəm həkimsiz və qeydiyyatsız,
Sarmaşıq bürümüş vəhşi xəndəkdə,
Xeyli uzaqlarda, üvansız, adsız.


Axı səliqəli, çox yeri yasaq
Protestant cənnət nəyimə lazım?
Harda suçlu qadın, ya quldur-qaçaq
Dur, - deyə hay salır - odur murazım!

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Childhood

As a child, I liked big, / Honey-scented meadows, / Groves, dry grass, / And in the grass, bovine horns. / / Every wayside shrub shouted / To me: "I’m playing with you, / Pass me by carefully / And you shall know who I am!" / / Only the savage autumn wind, / Howling, wo...

African Night

Midnight descended, impenetrable darkness, / Only the river glistens from the moon, / And across the river, an unknown tribe, / Lighting its fires, makes noise. / / Tomorrow we shall meet and find out / Who is to become the ruler of these parts; / They are helped by a black stone, / ...

Giraffe

Your eyes look at me with especial sadness today, / Your arms give the knees an especially fragile embrace. / Now listen, along Lake Chad’s shore, far away, / An exquisite giraffe makes its pace. / / He’s gracefully slender, with heavenly joy he is blessed, / His skin is ado...

Memory

Only serpents ever shed their skin, / To give their souls enough time to grow old. / We, alas, are not like snakes within: / It's not our body changing, but our soul. / / Mem’ry, with your giantess’ hand, / Drag me through this life as by a halter, / Telling tales about th...

Andrei Rublev

It is my firm and sweet conviction, / Directed by monastic art, / This woman’s face is heaven’s depiction / To Promised One by Maker’s heart. / / Her nose, like tree trunk, tall and slender, / Unfurls the arches of her brows / Above expression stern yet tender, / L...

The Porcelain Pavilion

At heart of artificial lake arose / A porcelain folly - lone pavilion’s form. / And arching, like a springing tiger’s spine, / To it a bridge of jasper reached. / / And there in this pavilion idly sat / A group of friends, who were quite brightly dressed, / And drinking fr...