My Slave Azerbaijan Poem by Almas Ildyrym
My Slave Azerbaijan
Where are you,
Who gave me birth among flowers,
Who made my dough with tears,
Who sang, 'Lullaby, my baby' in my cradle?
Azerbaijan-my ill-fated mother, ahh
I have been longing for you for years, ahh
If the wind takes my greetings,
Passing it from Agri to Alagoz1
And delivering my loud voice to the blue Caspian,
I wish the Caspian would storm and break its chain, ahh!
And order this idiocy to be stopped, ahh!
Oh, to receive news from my Mughan and Mil 2
From my beloved Baku-my oil-smelling flower,
Who said I've stopped calling your name?
Azerbaijan, my land with no equal, ahh!
The love and grief inside me will never die, ahh!
I made you the only Kaaba3 in my heart,
Why do I need to live in a strange country without you?
Why do I need God or religion without you?
Azerbaijan, you are my crown, you are my throne, ahh!
Won't my blind fate wake up, ahh?!
Translated from Azeri into English by Aytan Aliyeva and edited by Betty Blair.
2 Mughan and Mil are plains in Azerbaijan.
3 The black sacred shrine at Mecca towards which believers turn while praying.
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Where are you, WOW! Powerful poem. Who gave me birth among flowers, Who made my dough with tears, Who sang, 'Lullaby, my baby' in my cradle? Azerbaijan-my ill-fated mother, ahh I have been longing for you for years, ah...