Your Voice Is Happiness
that visited my heart
the farther away the closer it is
in my thoughts
it waves in my ear
and appears in my eyes
my smiles gaze at the mirror
your voice
puts a line on distant twilights
the voice
that wanted to warm up wires
and become my fate.
***
Come
And read my heart
in a foreign language
from the right to the left
from the left to the right
give a flower to my shivering
fall to your knees before my moans
break soundlessness with colors
bring more flowers
to the quietness
you don’t recognize
***
I see flowers in my dream
they come closer to my hands
and wake my fingers up
beautiful moments feel ashamed
bending in my eyes
***
I comprehend the sky
in the hearth of beams
acute days glisten
in the center of my soul
the sun sits cross-legged
winds ply
***
I sat in front of happiness yesterday
today I sat on its left side
it will invite me to its right side tomorrow
the door of the tree will open creaking
those who breath dews
grasp my soul
happiness is exhausted
very exhausted
it stares at noise-blossoms.
© Translated by Aazam Abidov – 2015
