Azerbaijan International

Winter 1996 (4.4)
Pages 40-43

In Search of the Future

Photo Essay

Older than My Father
Poem by Bakhtiyar Vahabzade
My granddad died
when he was 80,
My dad - when he was 60.
But I am older
In my forties
Than both my father
And my grandfather.
They load the days and load the months
And every hour
and every minute...
Condense the world, whose day is to the right,
And to the left-the night-
Into one tiny room,
With Spring at your head, and Winter -
at your feet...
Continents, poles
Are united by my speed.
In the heat and the flame
Of this speed,
Of this audacity,
My love
And my very nature
Have changed...
The greater the speed,
The shorter the distance.
Yesterday borrows minutes from today
And today-
From tomorrow.
The days are all mixed up,
And so are the months,
We have lost months,
economizing years.
In a single month I live as much
As my granddad did in a single year.
I'm a river flowing down a mountain,
Skirting the mountain peak,
A stream muddy in the mountains
And a clear river in the valley-
A river with hundreds of different moods.
I'm older than my father.
I'm older than my grandfather.
Translated by Louis Zellikoff
"Azerbaijanian Poetry,"
Edited by Mirza Ibrahimov,
Progress Publishers: Moscow. 1969


Left: "Miss Baku - 1996, "Narmina Zarbaliyeva.



From Azerbaijan International (4.4) Winter 1996.
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