Aaron in Azerbaijan

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A Sunday Poem

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I am not the originator of this idea.  Andrew Sullivan has been posting A Poem for Sunday as long as I have been reading his blog, and most certainly longer.  Since this is a good idea, I’m going to copy it here.  From now on, I’ll be posting a poem by an Azerbaijani (in English and Azeri) each Sunday.  This week’s is from the poet Ramiz Rövşən, a writer and filmmaker here in Azerbaijan.  He has been a part of the Azerbaijani Writer’s Union since 1981.  For the Azeri version, view the full post.

The Sky Cannot Hold a Stone

Ramiz Rovshan

Hey guy, throwing stones up in the sky
The sky cannot hold a stone!
My son, what happened to your head?
Who cut your hair?
Who gave you this funny look?

Hey guy, throwing stones up in the sky
Your pants and jacket are bigger than you,
The sky is wider than your eyes.

Feeling pity for you,
The sky will hold the stones for awhile.
Keeping the stones in its hand,
The sky will test you for years.
The sky will keep those stones,
Until hair grows back on your head,
Until your clear eyes become blurry.

You will eat what you have,
You will wear what you have,
You will grow up, my son.
Your eyes will become larger as you grow,
The tears will grow in your eyes.
Your hands will grow bigger, as you grow
The stones will grow bigger,
Which you have thrown up in the sky.

If fate smiles at you,
If your death is a little late.
If you could build up a fence or a house,
From those stones on Earth.

If your life lasts as a rainbow,
You will get a bit of each color.
When your grave is dug on Earth,
Maybe the gravestone will come down from the sky.

Hey guy, throwing stones up in the sky
The sky doesn’t hold a stone.

Göy Üzü Daş Saxlamaz

Ramiz Rövşən

Durub göy üzünə dş atan oğlan,
Göy üzü daş saxlamaz.
Oğul belə baş saxlamaz,atam balası,
Kim qırxıb başını, salıb bu kökə?
Şalvarın,pencəyin özündən yekə,
Baxırsan, göy üzü gözündən yekə,-
Durub göy üzünə daş atan oğlan.

Hələ ki, başına gözünə qıymaz,
atdığın daşları saxlar göy üzü.
Atdığın daşları tutub əlində,
Səni illər boyu yoxlar göy üzü.
Qırxıq başın tüklənincə,
O dumduru gözlərin
bulaninca, çirklənincə,
atdığın daşları saxlar göy üzü.

Yediyindən yeyərsən,
Geydiyindən geyərsən,
böyüyərsən, böyüyərsən.atm balası.
Gözlərin böyüyər sən böyüdükcə,
gözündə yaş böyüyər.
Əllərin böyüyər sən böyüdükcə,
göy üzündə
atdığın daş böyüyər.

Baxt gülsə üzünə bu yer üzündə,
Ölümün ləngiyib gecikə bilsə.
O daşdan özünə bu yer üzündə
hasar çəkə bilsən, ev tikə bilsən.

Bir göy qurşağı tək ömrün uzansa,
Baxtına hər cürə rəngdın düşəcək.
Bir gün bu dünyada qəbrin qazılsa.
Bəlkə də, baş daşın göydən düşəcək.

…Durub göy üzünə daş atan oğlan,
Göy üzü daş saxlamaz….

(From azeri.org. Translated by Aynura Huseinova.  Find more of Ramiz’s poetry here)

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Written by Aaron

December 5, 2010 at 4:40 pm

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  1. love it. thanks for posting.

    vladic

    December 5, 2010 at 10:39 pm


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