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şeirlər poems

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”.

VIII
Once our neighbor Gara Melik
was exposed to rain,
Could not escape
And got soaked to the skin.
So soaked that
His cast off did not dry that day
Gara Melik was not happy that day,
Was not happy.
He addressed the rain
In vain
The rain did not hear him.
He bored to death
And took a stone and threw at rain
And emptied all his anger to the rain.
He blamed the rain

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