My heartbeat said:
"There's luck ahead...
Great, glorious days
That brace and daze
Are yet to come!"
There's more ahead...
My heartbeat said:
"Noble work, no fret,
Toil's pearly sweat-
Are yet to come!"
My contemporaries define:
"Past times were fine"...
These words I hate,
My heart says: "Wait!
The sun's hot rays,
Cool springs, bright days
Are yet to come!"
Mikayil Mushfig (1908-1939) Azerbaijan
Translated by Olga Moisseyenko
Source: Azerbaijan International
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