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şeirlər poems

THE DEATH

Tell, where did you go?
The place, your dwelling was not known...
I saw that the world was empty.
Your malady would stay unknown...

I went towards the mountains
I saw that the mountains had shrunk...
The birds did not land on the tree
The young brunches of the trees had shrunk...

I opened my eyes and saw that I was alone,
As if I got lost in the desert.
I was loaded with the burden in the strange place
As if I am a strange minstrel.

I saw that four sides were flooded
I tried a lot, but could not cross over the water.
Poor me, I became thirsty,
But I could not drink a sip of water...

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