{"id":91147,"date":"2026-06-02T10:49:09","date_gmt":"2026-06-02T10:49:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ecoitaliano.com.ar\/?p=91147"},"modified":"2026-06-02T10:49:09","modified_gmt":"2026-06-02T10:49:09","slug":"bahtiyar-hidayet-azerbaijan-biographiya-and-poems","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ecoitaliano.com.ar\/?p=91147","title":{"rendered":"Bahtiyar Hidayet, Azerbaijan. Biographiya and poems"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Insults, torture, indigence <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Are locking one\u2019s throat<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So whatever you eat<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Doesn\u2019t go through <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here the light of government does not go out<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Here the light of fate goes out<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The light is imprisoned here <\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is no peace day or night <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Light is the prisoner of darkness <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And inmates die <\/p>\n\n\n\n

 like a moth attracted to light <\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are news from home <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Government cut the power<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is light in here, darkness at home <\/p>\n\n\n\n

the country has become a prison <\/p>\n\n\n\n

If I get free one day <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have to take light back <\/p>\n\n\n\n

In return for the food parcels <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Coming from home <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The country is in darkness<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You end up in prison <\/p>\n\n\n\n

if you follow lead of light<\/p>\n\n\n\n

so we have to follow the other side <\/p>\n\n\n\n

where dogs bark <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because there is a tragedy <\/p>\n\n\n\n

where light comes from<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Highway<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Billboards on the roadside\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2 km to such-and-such restaurant,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

3 km to such-and-such gas station,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

5 km to such-and-such village, and so on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the portraits of martyrs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But beside those portraits,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A device that can measure<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The distance to eternity\u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Has yet to be invented.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

3<\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Curse me, beggar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh, beggar woman,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don’t pray for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If your prayers had any power,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

you wouldn’t be a beggar yourself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Curse me if you can.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because I’m in a worse situation than you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My salary ran out in four days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Loans, fines, taxes, weddings, medical treatment – that’s it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now I don’t even have the money I had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unfortunately, there’s no place to beg –<\/p>\n\n\n\n

every place already has its own beggar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It’s the big, big beggars who have put us in this beggarly situation:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

this is bribery, this is corruption<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Look at the bird market opposite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There’s grain in front of the chickens in the cage,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and the free sparrows are running towards those cages.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Look – I’m in the same situation as those sparrows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Happy swallows and cranes have fled this land.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I have hope.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the neighbor’s yard,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I will mow the grass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Curse me, beggar woman.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Curse me, let my Azrael come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let Azrael come with a sickle in his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let him help me a little –<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I will mow the grass in the neighbor’s yard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

4<\/p>\n\n\n\n

War Memories<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A yellow horse came to the village from somewhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

People used it for hard work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It had become so thin that<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You could count its ribs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2026 Then the war began.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The yellow horse was left without an owner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It retreated to the forests, became wild,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And became very fat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Its neighing was like thunder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In short, the war had been favorable for it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2013<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The village had been deserted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The chickens had gone wild, and so had the geese.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The dogs had gone wild.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were hunting mice in the fields and frogs in the river.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the war had been favorable for them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The gardens were not cultivated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The plants had gone wild.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fruits tasted like forest fruits.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The bees had gone wild.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bee colonies had moved into the forests.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

People had gone wild.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

People were killing each other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The war was also convenient for some people.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Only they were civilized:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ironed shirts, ties, etc.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were the ones who caused the war.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the war, those civilized people<\/p>\n\n\n\n

established businesses for themselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They held high positions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I knew one of them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His name was Valik.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

During the war, he traded in corpses.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the war, he became the owner of hotels and restaurants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In his hotels, he began to trade in women.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He distributed horse meat to people in his restaurant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Perhaps, for the freedom of that yellow horse,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For the freedom of geese, chickens, dogs, bees, plants,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He could be forgiven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But in his restaurant<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He distributed horse meat, goose meat, chicken meat, honey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It turned out that he had no love for nature either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But nature had a love for him:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Leaving a huge fortune to his children,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One day Valik died in a civilized manner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now one son would run the restaurant,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the other would run the prostitution business.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

–<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a huge crowd at the funeral.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They were filling his grave with earth,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As if the wounds of war were healing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

5<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because he had grown old, a shepherd dog was abandoned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He whimpered in front of a butcher\u2019s shop in the city.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The butcher took pity on him<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And threw him the head of a ram.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few days later, the dog\u2019s body was found nearby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had not eaten the ram\u2019s head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had laid his own head upon it and died.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By the way\u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

That ram had been the old ram of the flock he once guarded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The butcher became very moved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His own old age came before his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His father was in a retirement home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His son was in prison because of drug addiction.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u200bBahtiyar Hidayet | Biography<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u200bBahtiyar Hidayet is an Azerbaijani poet and educator, born in 1974. With a professional career spanning 28 years as a history teacher, his intellectual foundation is deeply rooted in historical consciousness and social observation.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u200bAs a prominent voice in contemporary literature, he is the author of four published poetry books. His work is characterized by its lyrical depth and a steadfast commitment to humanistic values, often reflecting his personal journey and experiences, including his past as a former political prisoner.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u200bHidayet’s literary influence extends far beyond national borders. His poems and articles have been featured in prestigious international press outlets and literary journals across the globe, including:<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u200bNorth America: USA<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u200bEurope: Italy, Albania, and various European media platforms<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u200bAsia: Turkey, Pakistan, India, and Iraq<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u200bAfrica: Nigeria and Egypt<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u200bWriting under the signature Bahtiyar Hidayet, he continues to bridge cultures through his poetry, contributing to the global literary dialogue from his base in Azerbaijan<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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