Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
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An eagle in flight<br />
That day I could not write<br />
I saw an eagle in flight.<br />
It flew so close to my balcony,<br />
I thought it was about to enter my home –<br />
Some time ago,<br />
a smaller bird did dash in by mistake. Poor bird,<br />
in fearful panic, it kept banging its head against our walls.<br />
I had to close all the room doors, switch off all the lights,<br />
use a torch to guide it back to the balcony,<br />
the boundless air.<br />
But this eagle I saw flew higher <strong>and</strong> higher,<br />
smaller <strong>and</strong> smaller, far above the sea,<br />
tracing parabolic lines in the sky ...<br />
No one said it should have to soar that high.<br />
Perhaps it liked the air up there, the view.<br />
Perhaps it liked the wind swishing by.<br />
And if it felt like circling low,<br />
it could do so any time.<br />
No one would ask, ‘Why<br />
are you flying so low today?<br />
Are you being lazy?<br />
Have you lost your might?<br />
Are you an eagle<br />
if you do not fly high?’<br />
No one would ask.<br />
Not even itself.<br />
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