Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
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Like the sadness of the one<br />
Who sees friends’ treachery<br />
So he moves in a whirlpool of sorrow <strong>and</strong> blame<br />
Her sadness is deep like quick s<strong>and</strong><br />
That swallows the dreamy birds when they perch on it.<br />
My sparrow is sad<br />
If I carry her for a walk, I see her restless<br />
She keeps looking at the sky, uncertain<br />
Maybe she is missing him<br />
Maybe she is looking for an old lost mate<br />
They were flying together<br />
When he dropped<br />
In a jungle of shades, branches, <strong>and</strong> leaves<br />
And disappeared forever.<br />
My sparrow is sad<br />
And scared<br />
Even if she happily laughs <strong>and</strong> flutters<br />
Even if she gaily sways in a fleeting moment<br />
Even if she pretends to be secure <strong>and</strong> content<br />
Deep inside, she still feels the danger<br />
She fears flying<br />
And not see her youngsters<br />
When she returns in the evening<br />
She fears perching on tree arms someday<br />
And not escape the bullets of fate<br />
She fears the army of rains<br />
That may drop her, defeated, weak<br />
A prey to humans!<br />
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