Dilsuz

DILSUZ, journalist, poet, he currently works as the editor-in-chief of the magazine “Mushtum” and newspaper “Afandi”. In 2006, he published a poetry collection.

DREAM

Again I flew in dream, and edge
Of the poplars got my foot.
Having thought me – foe’s flag,
Crowd started to persecute.

People ran with rage that moment,
And cried to me with bloody eyes:
“Flying gave you us such torment,
Get down, we stone otherwise!”

As stray bullet stones passed
By the left and right, they fling.
At once a stone hit my face,
I lost myself and failed wings.

Right away I fell to land,
Faulty crowd gathered round.
As the victors all they bent
Very grievous I was found.

: I awake up softly, pillow
Under head was like a stone.
In actual I couldn’t swallow,
Pain on shoulder made to groan.

I awake up from bad dream,
Poor sense lost all the things.
I began to seek in dim
Under pillow broken wings

Translated by Azam Abidov

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