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şeirlər poems
RETURN, ME MOTHER,
RETURN ME TO THE CRADLE
The friends I relied on
Gave false testimony against me...
the girls I loved
rejected my love.
the little hope
I am pinning on my friends an beloved ones
Caused me to feel exhausted
to feel fatigue.
In the hot days of my life
I kept on shivering.
Return me, mother, return me to my cradle.
My good job inverted,
A pair of sneeze passed near me,
An ill bonding sneeze was expelled by me...
I felt pity and did not abuse
the black cat passing
in front of me
every morning.
Return me, mother, return me to my cradle.
The deafness of the sky
the blindness of the eyes that can see
the narrowness of the way that I pass
burned me, burned me.
The happiness I need
passed over my head.
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