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şeirlər poems

My cold sorrow,
Leaving this wide world
Where did he go, where is Melik?

IV
His face and eyes getting gloomy
With his sorrow,
His foot stumbling of his grief
He used to come back to his cabin
Exhausted at twilight.
He would see the two hands stretching on his ways.
He would fall down tearing off his sorrow
On the slim arms of a beautiful lady.

He would pass under the fire
Of an ogle.
Also would drink the fire of it.
And his sorrow would melt under its heat.

Those admiring looks would shovel
All sorrow and grief from his body.
Melik would come to this world again.

At evening azan
Putting his hands on his ears
He would sing with bird voice:
“Gara Melik, life is a sweet dream,
Read the history of Mankind again,
Love is axis of the world,
I saw the Earth rounding around it”.

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