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şeirlər poems
THE STONE THAT HITS YOUR FOOT
(To the memory of National Hero Shahlar Shukurov who was
martyred in the ba les for Karabakh)
When a child
You would take
and at the worst would throw away
a stone that hits your foot.
Your foot was bleeding
The stone would test you
through your blood
You would not stop crying,
You would cry alone.
You would cry at that time
for your headstone...
As you grow up the stone
hitting your foot would also grow,
the stone which your mother cursed…
Do not imprecate and do not look angrily at
The stone that hit your foot...
Kiss, kiss and hug
the stone that
everyone calls ignoble stone
this is your headstone…
A day will come
Everyone will remember you
And will visit your grave
And everyone will leave you alone.
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