Nigar Arif (Azerbaijan): choice of poems

Nigar Arif was born in Azerbaijan. Nigar Arif is a member of “Azerbaijan Writers’ Union”, “World Union of Young Turkish Writers”, “İnternational Writers’ Union in Kyrgyzstan”, “ Writers Union of Central Asia” and the “International Forum for Creativity and Humanity” in Morocco. Her poems are translated into several languages.

The Wind
 
Hey wind, knocking door to door,
is that one door you're looking for,
is that enough for you?
Where are they now,
those open doors
from the hot, sunny days of summer?
Where are those that loved you,
to dine with and to rest;
who once were pleased to welcome you
and treat you as their guest?
Hey wind, knocking door to door,
where are your lovers now?
Now the weather's turned to winter,
have they turned cold as well?
Don't knock, my dear, don't knock,
no one's opening their door,
no one will look out for you, nor call on you,
no more.
Who, I ask, now the weathers changed,
would call on you at all?
Go dear, go.
Just wander round these dull grey streets
and break dry trees in anger;
just wait as winter turns to summer and your friends,
dear wind, with the sun, will grow again once more.

 
The clock is slow
 
Look at the world’s clock
It's an hour slow.
Either joy is late,
Or life is drowned by sorrow.
 
Even if it talks and laughs
like a happy old man.
The world’s laughs are lame
as the tired past.
 
He’s begging or seeking
with a wishful hand.
And spends the days on steps
Fighting against the wind.
 
Out of the sweeper’s eyes
Falling his nights.
The broom in the calloused hands
wakes up the sleepy streets.
 
He is a driver on the bus
Passenger in the wishes,
Looking for his fate
With the hope to change.
 
Look at the world's clock
It 's an hour slow.
Let’s set up it anew,
For a better life than now.
 
 
 
The Reconciliation
 
Hey man, taking umbrage at himself,
Have you done a lot of sinning?
All you’ve lost, is just yourself,
Is there anything you gained?
 
Who took you from you?
Who left you to the void?
Who put his hand on your heart?
And calmed you like that?
 
Who ruined your life and fate
looking at your "sorry" face?
What did he leave in your eyes,
Dropping as tears?
 
Maybe it’s you, and,
you’ve become a pain for yourself?
Maybe you just let your joys
slip through your fingers?
 
Hey you,
Who’s oppressed by sorrow,
Walking in his thoughts,
Getting tired of his ways...
Losing the sun among complaints.
.
Turn back,
Make peace with yourself.
Shake hands and have faith ,
With that one whom you turned away.