Sunday, April 1, 2018


Tarana Turan Rahimli


You can draw a picture of a tree or a stone
You can draw picture of fading winter in spring
You can take all what you see in this world,
You can’t draw my picture…

You can resemble my eyes and eyelashes,
Even you can find the color of my word.
You can draw the blind patience inside of me,
You can’t draw my picture.

Maybe you can draw the heart of a stranger,
Maybe you may knock down the expectation  in my inside.
Maybe you may pour my spirit into the paints,
You can’t draw my picture.

My image will always be in front of your eyes,
But you can’t be able to see my own being.
Your lifetime may be over, but that picture won’t be over,
You can’t draw my picture.


Some will leave their traces, in this world
Some won’t be satisfied with anything.
A grave of somebody
Will mention about its owner,
A word of somebody
Will be left after somebody.
All will desire
To leave any word in this world.
The centuries will cause to forget them.
The false castles made of lies
Will be destroyed.
The people will know everything
They will reprobate after knowing.
The fires will be made
For the guilty past.
They will choose only the words
And will keep only them..
And ..and they will recognize me
From my love!


Again my eyes shivered,
How cold your looks are!
Your words as if are frozen,
There is no warmth in your words.

Ices have been hung from your eyelashes
Snow has been spread on your hairs.
As if the cheeks of the winter
Have been kissed by your lips.

You made my spirit to be cold,
Your heart is ice, your hands are snow.
Don’t worry that you are so cold,
Inside me there is love even to a stone.


They come toward themselves
Till the day they know who they are.
They come to life and pass away thousand times
Till their death-hour comes.

They set webs like spiders,
They pull the nets inside of them.
Whatever grief they have, gather in heart
And the grief turns to a new poem.

They share grief with mountains,
They shake the hands of rocks.
They teach stones how to speak,
They don’t know the language of destiny.

The God always protect them,
There is God’s light in their hearts.
There is a pure child inside of them
God make this child grow old, but not be adult.

They pass away being hung from their words,
They don’t let the words be choked.
They are tired out worn-out life,
They die in order to come to life again.


Don’t hurt feelings of stone calling a cruel man as “ stone”,
There is a such stone centuries beat it, don’t touch that stone!
If you work for the stone, it will appreciate you,
There is such word if told to a stone, it will melt,  heart won’t care it!

Those what a human being forgets, the memory of stone doesn’t forget,
There are those who throw stones unfairly, the unfair stone isn’t thrown.
Tell your dreams to the flowing waters and tell your secret to a black stone,
Stone- is your friend at the end of life and it is brother of your grave.

The locked doors were opened after we knocked them with stones,
The stones built our houses, stones run off from our ways.
My friend, strange man can’t bear to listen to our grief, but stones listen to,
Stones shed tears for the motion of life, stones whines for grief of life.

Some people earn money by cutting stones,
At the end we harden like stones, at times stones disgust us.
The leaves, flowers fade away and stones are left on the hearth
The stone of thousand years makes the history remember us.


Dr. TARANA TURAN RAHIMLI is an Azerbaijani poet, 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 of Azerbaijan and World Literature Chair of Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University, author of 7 books and more than 400 articles. She is the editor and reviewer of 20 monographs and poetry books.The work has been published in more than 15 Western and Eastern countries. Her works were published in Azerbaijan, England, Italy, Spain, USA, Germany, Belgium, Chile, Turkey, Russia, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Tataristan, Uzbekistan and other countries. Poems and articles have been published in many international sites around the world, on periodicals and in anthologies.

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