Thursday, August 1, 2024

NIGINABONU AMIROVA

 



My Grandmother Sings A Song

 

My grandmother sings a song

From ancient times.

The tones are soft,

Melodies are good and bad.

 

Hello bride, friends,

Snowdrop and also chitti flower

Harebell or to move

He says: laugh when I tell you.

 

White poplar or blue poplar.

Or say Ramadan

Why notsay today

Have the times changed?

 

Itʼs a word of mouth,

Would it be a shame to say?

Over those who are sick

Do the mentally retarded laugh?

 

Folk art,

It is wisdom itself.

Our past is today

It is also a face of eyebrows and eyes.

 

NIGINABONU AMIROVA

 

 


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