Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Translation by Anit Roy
Tarana Turan Rahimli is an Azerbaijani poetess, writer, journalist, translator, literary critic, teacher, academic, is an active member of the International Literary Agency in Turkey and Azerbaijan. She is a PhD in Philology, Associate Professor, author of 9 books and more than 500 articles. She is the editor and reviewer of 25 monographs and poetry books. Her works have been published in more than 45 Western and Eastern countries. She is works have been translated into 35 languages. She has received international literary awards from more than 50 countries.
DREAMS CAN’T DIE
Every person dies with a dream in heart,
How many dreams are buried in the ground.
Wishes rise from that depths,
This is how flowers come to earth.
Follows the dreams of life,
People stop with budding hopes.
Everyone who goes takes ones own garden,
Hopes cannot be mourned.
Every wish becomes a flower and comes to life,
It comes to settle in a new heart.
The scent of every flower is different from her.
The taste of a lifetime hidden inside.
Nothing comes from the memory of this land,
In pursuit of suppressed desires
Like flowers springing to life,
Like wishes that come to life…
BIRTHDAY ONE MORE STEP TO APPROACH TO DEATH (Ad günü bir addım daha ölümə yaxınlaşmaqdı)
Life – nothing, from nothingness
It came to exist.
Death – in life whatever it is
appreciation at the last minute.
life – where that goes
You know, went on the road.
Road – in piles with desire
Pity it was heart wrenching.
Love – out of the fence of your heart
a close one to the heartbreaking.
Birthday – one more step
to approach to death.
IF YOU WROTE LETTER
You wrote a letter,
No fragrance, no breath.
In one of the lines
No sound of your heart
You wrote a letter,
It was cold-blooded.
Warm but saying no word
How did you send it?
You wrote a letter,
Feeling, emotionless.
My mind was restless
I stayed sleepless.
You wrote a letter,
As the blind’s staff
scratches the ground.
As engraver wrote
on his headstone…
I AM A WOMAN
I’m not an artist,
but I know colors that many artists don’t.
The color of love, the color of longing,
the color of pain…
I’m not a composer,
but I hear sounds
that every composer doesn’t hear.
The sound of separation, sadness, hope.
I am not a gardener,
but I know the fragrance of
months and days like flowers.
My life is decorated
with a fragrant garland of bright emotions.
I am not an artist,
I am not a composer,
I am not a gardener…
I am a woman,
created by God at an auspicious hour.
in my eyes, in my heart
is God the light of love
