Oh, what a beautiful woman has passed away,
I feel as if my own soul has just left my body.
The inspiring shrine of a great poet
Has closed, closed her eyes forever...
One broken life, one broken love
Has passed away from this world.
One pride, one chastity has passed away.
The flirtatious queen of the realm of beauty,
The melancholic saga of one tragic biography,
Having soundly reprimanded the era.
Mother with her child's pain at heart
has passed away.
Why, why on earth was innocent blood shed?
Why, why on earth did the cold consciences keep silent?
The crime of the century will never be exposed,
History will hide it all in its pages.
Even if the coming generations inquire of it,
Their questions will be frozen on their lips...
History will hide it all in its pages,
It will not answer for the blood unjustly shed,
It will not answer for those times...
This blot will remain on the conscience of the century.
Perhaps, the blood of nameless martyrs shed
Will awaken numb consciences,
Perhaps, it will awaken the world soiled with blood...
One suffering mother has joined the silent majority,
Passed away, having soundly reprimanded the era.
Nigar Rafibeyli (1913-1981) Azerbaijan
Translated by Aynur Hajiyeva
I feel as if my own soul has just left my body.
The inspiring shrine of a great poet
Has closed, closed her eyes forever...
One broken life, one broken love
Has passed away from this world.
One pride, one chastity has passed away.
The flirtatious queen of the realm of beauty,
The melancholic saga of one tragic biography,
Having soundly reprimanded the era.
Mother with her child's pain at heart
has passed away.
Why, why on earth was innocent blood shed?
Why, why on earth did the cold consciences keep silent?
The crime of the century will never be exposed,
History will hide it all in its pages.
Even if the coming generations inquire of it,
Their questions will be frozen on their lips...
History will hide it all in its pages,
It will not answer for the blood unjustly shed,
It will not answer for those times...
This blot will remain on the conscience of the century.
Perhaps, the blood of nameless martyrs shed
Will awaken numb consciences,
Perhaps, it will awaken the world soiled with blood...
One suffering mother has joined the silent majority,
Passed away, having soundly reprimanded the era.
Nigar Rafibeyli (1913-1981) Azerbaijan
Translated by Aynur Hajiyeva
Source: Azerbaijan International
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