Elshan Biokvand. Elegy

(1)
People
that the roads which covered with ashes
Cleaning by scissors sun's rays.
Sky,
Muffle his flowing shroud
woven from clouds.
Earth,
Hair whitening in saline areas
Face and eye wrinkles
covered in the stubbles.
Beauty that, who
looking from tent,
that is the plain of my breast,
take away your own yashmag
from your silky lips
crossing the road of your love.

Air
smells of burnt hairs,
And even thousands of ears of passers
- by with a veil obliquely,
catch a trembling voice
tightening a look at the sun and in weeping willows.
My bones
being the pillars of ceiling of my room
Laugh with my spirit,
looking for those fields.
My heart
hanging from the ceiling,
like clothes, never touched
Looking forward to the hands of a splinter
good greeting.
Ah!
Beauty that, who
looking from tent,
that is the plain of my breast,
take away your own yashmag
from your silky lips
cross the road of your love.

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 (2)
Similar like the combed wool
Being sowed into the velvety fabric as a blanket
without any gazelle
I’ll cover your body.
Lips will swim as the fishes
in your breast,
which similar at seas.
My hands like a white belt
will encircled your back.
Bodies our attract each other
like magnets with the different poles,
O ye, that's right!
For whole evening,
for entire night...

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(3)
Wind
Shawl steals like a thief,
Licks
girls bust.
It is a colorless
thief wind
Gallop flees
In the ears squeals,
In the pits down lies
Blows and trembles.
For all of the ears
It is real chatterbox,
Combs of the locks
Licking them such
Like a boy
who tasty ice cream.
so happy licks.
Wind
Worse than any crazy,
Being between the thighs,
Wind plays on nerves…

Translated by: Dr.Tariel Azerturk