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şeirlər poems

My mother, I was a star and moon for you,
Respond my call from petrified grave.
If only I could go back again,
And have my lovely lullaby in cradle.

Hear my friends, hear me you, too,
Or ways of memories have been full of snow?
Why was malice deeply rooted in your hearts,
And why have your spacious hearts become narrow?!

My dream often comes to your mind,
I expect comfort and refuge for you.
If I send my heart to your address,
I would close my eyes in peace.

Mountains in front of me looked like Kapaz,
I awfully longed for you, Homeland.
Every inch of the land I wander in strange land
Is a needle beneath my foot, Homeland.

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