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şeirlər poems

THE SONG OF LAST DAY

One day you will find turbid
The eyes of springs
Once you saw clean.
You will look for yourself
In the turbid waters
And will see you there.

Departing for the last time
from your friends,
From your dear name
You will return to yourself.

You will return to your cradle,
Where you grew up under lullaby,
Where you awakened your mother
With your “inga”.
You will return to your warm draper.
And you will round around the hotbed
Grabbling.

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