{"id":91257,"date":"2026-06-06T08:37:15","date_gmt":"2026-06-06T08:37:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.ecoitaliano.com.ar\/?p=91257"},"modified":"2026-06-06T08:37:15","modified_gmt":"2026-06-06T08:37:15","slug":"bahtiyar-hidayet-azerbaijan-3-poem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ecoitaliano.com.ar\/?p=91257","title":{"rendered":"Bahtiyar Hidayet, Azerbaijan. 3 poem"},"content":{"rendered":"
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In this ruined country,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I live like an owl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The black nights of this country are mine,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Its black days are mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My eyes are deep red,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But this time not from anger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Since I saw you,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My eyes have reddened from emotion and passion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May I not have a night without you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You call your fate dark,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I do not want our fate<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To turn white from the roots like the trees in the city’s exotic park,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I do not want our fate<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To turn white from the top like the mountains under the enemy’s boots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If the black nights are ours,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May I not have a night without you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am not someone who accepts death easily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is no water on my face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Neither hunger killed me,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nor exile, nor police torture,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nor the damp prison wall crying for freedom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kiss me, kiss me, so that my face may be soaked with water.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May I not have a night without you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My mind does not forget the oppression and suffering my eyes have seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To forget this,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want to see you like the naked truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am tired of lies dressed in the clothes of truth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May eyes not see what my eyes have seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Be my naked truth,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May I not have a night without you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am very tired, very.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From the shouting in the stands,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From the screams in the squares.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now these noises should be killed<\/p>\n\n\n\n

By your passionate whispers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May I not have a night without you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I do not want, after a fake election,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To become a mute member of parliament.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want my Jesus-breathed beloved<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To kill me with her kiss<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And revive me with her breath.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May I remain speechless before this miracle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Come, come, let the smell of your sweat spread like perfume.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beautiful one whose chest is the gate of heaven,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May I not have a night without you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I shed sweat of shame,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because after every election I shed sweat of shame.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now your sweat-scented body<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Should make me faint…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I too have secretly slept while on guard duty for the homeland,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There on the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But now is not the time to sleep,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let me forget the homeland and politics too…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Now is the time for betrayal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Come,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May I not have a night without you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May I not have a night without you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

The poem written on my father’s tombstone<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One side of the grave faces the Qibla,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The other side faces the ancestral homeland.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So that your soul may fly to Eskipara,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We covered the mirrors in the house with cloth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But still, there is no hope that we will be able to return to the ancestral homeland.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

That is why<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We have reserved a place for my mother near your grave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May your soul be happy, father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May your soul be happy in Eskipara.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We can only go to that paradise by dying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the place we reserved for my mother –<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Protect her like a soldier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She loved you very much,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After you, she is like a soul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Protect her eternal place.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

May my mother’s soul be happy<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because she is like a soul even when she is alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But this is not because of longing for the homeland,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is because of your longing, father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When my mother lost her homeland,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She was not so sad.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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

The Disappeared Snake<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A big hospital.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In the morning, work has just begun. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seriously ill patients are standing in line in front of the doctors’ rooms. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The groaning makes ears ache.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 There is not a single doctor in the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 They are all in a meeting. The new chief is proving himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, the meeting ended.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 The white coats of the doctors <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Were like white shrouds. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

As if the dead had risen<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 And returned from the graveyard. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And now they would send <\/p>\n\n\n\n

New dead people to the graveyard <\/p>\n\n\n\n

From this hospital where no new medicine can be found.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Those who profited <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Were the mullahs, grave diggers, and corpse washers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But they are very merciless creatures.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Not one of them thanked the new chief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

… This is an old tradition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Every new chief <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Adds a little innovation to this tradition.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The chiefs are young chiefs. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But illness and death have become younger too. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is the best care for young people. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Living too long means too much suffering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meanwhile, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remembered white-coated butchers<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 When I looked at the white-coated doctors.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just as butchers look at a cow <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And calculate how much profit it will bring, Doctors also look at patients <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And calculate their profits. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

People studied for twenty years and became butchers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

This is how the education industry has developed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But when I looked at the white-coated cleaners, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sparks of hope appeared in my chest. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe these cleaners can sweep this system away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And on the old sign at the entrance of the hospital, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The snake, the symbol of medicine, is very pale, It can hardly be seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Maybe it ran away, frightened by these butchers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

People expecting help from their own butchers\u2014 Not even animals do that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Even animals without legs can escape from their butchers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

… I would say, \u00abMay God give strength to the cleaners,\u00bb<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 But the wages they receive<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Are only enough to live like slaves. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Even God is powerless here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 God’s servants are also the servants of officials.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 Each official is like a god.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 God cannot free His servants from them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

… Thus, The disappeared snake Is the symbol of disappeared conscience and mercy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

White coats are the symbol of white shrouds. If we put the whole country through an X-ray machine, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

What I say would be confirmed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

… P.S.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wonder, Can an X-ray machine <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Find the disappeared snake?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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