Contemporary Azerbaijani Poetry Kamal Abdulla

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Kamal Abdulla
(1950)

Kamal Abdulla (Kamal Mehdi oghlu Abdullayev) is a well-known scientist, poet, writer, translator and state figure. He was born in Baku. Kamal Abdulla is one of the greatest scientists and Academics of Azerbaijan and is considered to be one of the most prominent and productive writers and scientists of modern Azerbaijani literature.  He graduated from the Azerbaijani State University in 1973 and is one of the most popular professors of Turkic languages. Many of his works have been translated and published into various languages. He is a member of the Azerbaijan Writers" Union.
His main books include: I Have Nobody to Forget,  Spirit,  Sad Collection, The Incomplete Manuscript, Spy, Mister Roads, My Grieves, Collected Stories. His novels and stories have been translated into Russian, English, Spanish, French, Japanese, German, Portuguese, Polish, and Georgian. Kamal Abdulla has been honored with numerous prizes.


 I am you

If only you could have eyes
That cry for me.
If only you could have a soul
That loves me.
I am you…
Should you look a bit closer
you would see me, too
in your face and eyes.
Should you love a bit stronger
you would surely turn into me.
I am you - nobody else.

With another’s heart and other problems
with another’s breath, otherwise.
I am you!
I stood among the trees
when you passed by.
Maybe you thought me to be a tree,
maybe you yourself are a tree—a walking tree…
Maybe we all like trees torn from the ground,
Shaking hands with our leaves,
Maybe you and me are not trees, but a piece of space,
Or a piece of sand.
If only you could have eyes
that cry for me.
If only you could have a soul
That loves me.
I am you…

Don’t Wait For Me Now

Don’t wait for me now,
it was just by chance
that I was born
and lived in this world.
Don’t wait for me now-
don’t wait for one
who would come back
as if re-born.
I won’t forget you—
The memory of you
will blanket me in mist.
I won’t forget you—
like other things that can’t be forgotten
until the grave.
I wouldn’t forget you—
Don’t wait for me now,
don’t come and gather here,
my eyes do not see you now.
I won’t forget you,
I won’t forget you,
Don’t wait for me now.

My Sins

My sins grew in my heart like a mountain.
Memories were threaded like pearls—
but the pearls fell to pieces.
Each one was like you,
except one...
But later, I found 
that one was also like you....