Поэзия "Do Not Let Me Dream"
ОтрывокPoems by Azam Abidov Too long We strive to go to rich countries send our husbands and wives they do hard works or sell themselves The other people in the country make luxurious weddings for the sent money and sing a song of happiness We all work for government The tongue of the government is too long. I am clay I am clay – Liquid and weak. I have neither tongue Nor mouth, to speak. Everyone likes To make some figure From me, To make a shape. I am clay – Liquid and weak. I always go Through palms. I leak… I leak… We will win A jealous person Take me in your team – We will win! A Reading woman A woman’s sitting in a slum The slum is in a dump. As she gets the hump: The woman is reading. It is dark in the dump, There is a dim light Inside the slum. The woman is reading Under the wan candlelight. Her hope from life is dim, dim… The reading woman of my dream! Difference My dear fellow, Let’s become a taxi driver. People will tell us true stories Of their own lives and the country. Will you tell your mind and heart To open wider for change? Ask yourself if you not have a conflict With rulers, environment And your ego. Let’s come together and closer To bear a beautiful discrepancy, To build a life position. Otherwise, Let me get rid of fantasy. Or let me reword: Do I still need to be imprisoned To get an award? Madiba Madiba, Did you see the moon trembled? A leaf fell down the tree. I believed you could become a bridge Between me and the universe. I’m not colorful And I know I have bright rights written on the leaf. But let me ask: What would you discuss Under the moonlight On the bridge On a peaceful day With a dictator, Madiba? Earnest lover Tolerance is to follow dreams allowing, A blessing wants to come back soon again. Stone City, your heart is mild and loving, Have more strength and zeal to entertain. Kindliness, charisma and good inning Engraved in your nature will hang over – No matter what you do for his life’s meaning Takes to arms Azam, an earnest lover. Entreaty Be a skillful finder, my sad lot – While you have a moving helping hand. No happy life – for sure – could be bought, Your misfortune – no one – could amend. Be a skillful finder, my sad lot, Open wider your wise-looking eyes. Put my blessings to your heart a lot, Don’t take my hurt before demise. I will find a beloved Night falls and my soul worries, Hey, miracle, please show your face, My exhausted feelings are confused, I am poor, I am alone. My eyes, please cry bitter tears, You may become blind; it is alright for me, There is no room on this earth for me, Will the sky take me to its bosom? Hey, Moon, do not hurt my heart Do not hide yourself behind the night Please be a window To the country of miracles. Through the lights of stars I will reach to you And when I go further I will not become a man from the earth. I will find a beloved there The purest and the cleanest I will give her a name – Faithful, Her surname will be – Miracle. Night falls, and my heart hurts… Do not let me dream Do not let me dream, my dear fellow, Do not help me when I faint away. Those past years have made me mellow. Let me please inspire your intentions, I kindly ask to let my hands aid What you need, take, do not be afraid… Feathers of my wish I start to trim – To let others have a long, long dream. *****