TARANA TURAN RAHIMLI

TARANA TURAN RAHIMLI

They Will Recognize Me From My Love

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!

Dr. Tarana Turan Rahimli

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Good Morning, Rome!

Good morning, Rome!

Your sun is smiling at me

In the middle of the winter.

Let your morning

That is far from the malice of the world

Be full of light!

Land of Pompei

Where the swords

That cut the shadows of evil

Are shining from a far distance.

Let your mornings

Which are prohibited to oppression

Be full of light!

Hey,  Fontana Truvi

Let your waters

That are purling

In the kingdom of wishes

In the intention of lovers

Be full of light!

Good morning, Rome!

Hey, tangerine trees,

On the way of Coliseum,

How good you grow here!

Your branches are heavy with fruits,

But nobody picks any of them

In the unjust fight

The crowns of our life

The tiny children,

Are picked up basket after basket.

Good morning, Rome!

Old,  great Vatican!

Let around you always be happy life,

Let you always be flourishing

Let you never witness

To the blood that was shed in vain.

Hey, the stage of theatre of Marcellus!

Let you always be lost in silence!

Be always so-

Being far from the “games”

Played at the world stage.

Enchant my spirit

Let be inspired and write

About your immortal fame.

Good morning, Rome!

I  am sowing a handful of hope

On your soil in which poppies grow

In February.

Let those hopes  germinate

And have a thousand branches.

Poetry  didn’t change us,

Let me  dedicate a poem

To humanity.

Let me write a poem

To each green leaf of you

Maybe  it might take wings

And  guard over the humanity

Good morning, Rome!

Good morning, Rome!

Dr. Tarana Turan Rahimli

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Don’t Look Like Me, My Daughter!

They resemble you to me, my daughter,

Don’t look like me, my daughter!

Look at my gray hairs,

Don’t look like me, my daughter!

I eat a grief the clock round,

I undress sorrow and put on grief.

I warn you as much as early,

Don’t look like me, my daughter!

Hide patience inside of you,

Hide your secrets inside of you,

Hide your face from the sorrow

Don’t look like me, my daughter!

Pay attention neither to creeping shadow,

Nor try  to be knocked at any time.

Become flames, try to destroy darkness,

Don’t look like me, my  daughter!

All around me are devils,

They don’t let me become myself.

Oh, my darling, try to find your own being

Don’t look like me, my daughter!

Dr. Tarana Turan Rahimli

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Life Is A Fast Train

My God, who is driving me out?

Who is making me breathless?

Who is hurrying the life?

Who is hurrying inside of me?

The years are fast train,

The month is over as it begins.

The weeks shove each other,

The days are lost in hurry.

The  nights and daytime

As if  fights against me.

I am competing with a second,

The hours escape out of my hands.

The moments soak into the memory.

Everything turns and become past.

The days break in a hurry,

The days are over in a hurry.

I don’t know when time passes

Because of number of works.

The time that I didn’t dear to spend myself

Is pulled off me by the time.

Today turns to yesterday all of a sudden

I am going embracing the next day.

I don’t live my own life,

I only fly above it.

Dr. Tarana Turan Rahimli

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As If This Love Is On The Edge Of Death

As if this love is on the edge of death

Go, don’t let your eyes be covered with blood.

Now there is no use of consoling or hoper,

Don’t hurt yourself, or don’t wear me out.

Now my feelings have been frozen,

It won’t melt even  I put them into the sun.

You  filled my heart with so much grief,

No love is able to enter my heart either.

I have seen a grave inside of your eyes,

Don’t insist saying “I love you”.

As if this love is on the edge of death

Go, don’t let your eyes be covered with blood.

Dr. Tarana Turan Rahimli

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It may be good to lose this life…

It may be good to buy a shroud

And cover all your sorrow in it.

It may be good to shed tears of your eyes

Into your own grave.

It may be good to lose this life,

And then find it in the half of life

And let something be left

Amidst you and the years.

It may be good to guard the night

No sleeping, no dreaming.

It will be good if you knew at the end

That it was the life once you lived!

Dr. Tarana Turan Rahimli

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I Am In A Strange Forest

I am in a strange forest,

The axes cut the grief.

Who says I have a heart,

It is grief aching under my chest.

I get bored of myself,

Each day I gain a new grief.

When I want to sleep

The grief closes my eyes.

I am inside of trouble,

My lover endowed my grief.

Who says I have tears,

It is the grief that sheds tears.

Dr. Tarana Turan Rahimli

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Life Is Like The Inside Of Palm

Life is like the inside of palm,

I look at it is seen from anywhere.

I hold its hands secretly,

And leave it, but it is seen from here.

Again they  have caught a lot of grief,

And bring them for to grow.

To sprout the new grief

With the last tear of my eyes.

The last hope is hanging in the well,

It is on the edge of the rope.

A human being looks for a corner

To hide himself from the sin of the world.

Life is like the inside of palm,

Its end is seen from anywhere.

The blood of the faded wishes

Is seen on my hands.

Dr. Tarana Turan Rahimli

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There Are Human Beings…

There are human beings

Who are like a fruit tree.

Their fruits are abundant,

It is impossible to pick all fruits.

There are human beings,

Who are like a flower.

Such a flower

Its scent and freshness

Aren’t able to go in

To the spring of a lifetime.

There are human beings,

Who are like the earth.

It tells its word at the end,

There are human beings,

Who  are like a stone.

As if both your love and hatred

As if touches to  a stone.

Dr. Tarana Turan Rahimli

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Oh, My God, There Are A Lot Of Poets

Oh, my God,  there are a lot of poets

See, how many poems come to life.

See, how many poems are suffocated

The rope of a word around its neck.

When the price of the words are so cheap,

All are like the shah on the throne of word.

Some  fall from their destiny.

Some fall from their words.

We turned to a slave in a slave world,

There is no way to be escaped from here.

Oh, my God, in the world, full of poets,

I don’t feel myself well.

Translator: Sevil Gulten

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TARANA TURAN RAHIMLI

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. She is works were published in Azerbaijan, England, Italy, Spain, USA, Germany, Belgium, Chile, Turkey, Russia, Kazakhstan, Tatarstan, Uzbekistan,Kosovo and other countries. Poems and articles have been published in many international sites around the world, on periodicals and in anthologies.