The great work - Nizami Ganjavi

A hundred arms were weak one block to move 
Of thousands, molded by the hand of Love 
Into fantastic shapes and forms of grace.
Which crowd each nook of that majestic place.

We're all Rays from the Same Sun - Abdulla Shaig

Hey you, damnable mankind, tyrannizing down through the ages,
Vomiting blood, and only blood!
Did revenge conquer your heart?
Did the hot wind seer your soul?

To the Dear Memory of Mishginiz Khanim - Nigar Rafibeyli

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...

Ghazel 56 - Nesimi

Since from yonder lunar Visage now the veil is cast aside,
Lo! the glorious sun is risen and of gloom is past the tide.

My Song - Almas Ildirim

I am a lover, if my body burns in icy hell,

These fearful mountains cannot stand my inexhaustible mourning

If the angels present paradise to me

I would tell them:

I don't want paradise,

Give me my Caucasus!

More than Anyone Else - Vagif Bayatly Oner

I can neither be the strongest man in the world,

Nor do I want to be.

I don't want anyone to be afraid of me.

A world there is for those in love - Mahsati Ganjavi

A world there is for those in love with mines of precious stones,

But bards select a different world as setting for their thrones.

Listen, Khavar (His Wife) - Samad Vurghun

If death should take his place at the head of my bed,

Like an executioner, scythe in right hand,

You, my beloved one, do not grieve-instead

Don't look upon with horror, boldly stand.

Mount Beysitoun - Nizami Ganjavi

On lofty Beysitoun the lingering sun

Looks down on ceaseless labors, long begun;

The mountain trembles to the echoing sound

Of falling rocks that from her sides rebound.

The Pathway Finally Opened - Mahsati Ganjavi

When my heart came to rule

in the world of love,

it was freed

from both belief

and from disbelief.

Tonight is the last one again - Vagif Samadoghlu

Tonight is the last one again,

Tomorrow the last morning,

Ghazel 54 - Nesimi

Yea, every dulcet speech o’ thine is e’en a pearl of lustrous ray;
Both sun and moon are moths that round thy Face’s taper flit and play.

Iventory of Things Left Behind - Liana Alaverdova

Things left behind: one casserole, enormous,
Ideal for pilav; Great-grandma’s samovar
In brass, antique (or nearly); with medallions
Assorted works of art, still life with melon,

Heartbeat - Mikayil Mushfig

My heartbeat said:
"There's luck ahead...
Great, glorious days
That brace and daze
Are yet to come!"

Handprints - Khalil Reza Uluturk

Today again the ones
investigating the crime gathered.
They have already prepared the camera with its red shoulder straps
To take my photo - head and profile.

Child Who Dances For the Wedding - Vagif Bayatly Oner

Child, who dances for the wedding of the neighbour
Ten houses away,
Under the leaf of a rose,
In the shape of a rose petal,

My Tabriz - Suleyman Rustam

I never get tired of looking at your beauty,
My Tabriz¹, my Tabriz, my gorgeous Tabriz!

The Poet’s Voice - Khalil Reza Uluturk

I don’t want freedom gram by gram, grain by grain.