The sound of spring comes to my heart,
If it were to be carried, a thousand beauties would not be able to carry it…
Majnun Mamishov, a young poet from Azerbaijan, currently studying in Mingachevir, shares his poem
Majnun Mamishov was born in 2003 in Shamkir district, originally from Kalbajar, a charming corner of Azerbaijan, from Karabakh. During the occupation period, he studied at a school in Shamkir district and Ganja city, and entered the faculty of philology of Ganja State University, specializing in teaching Azerbaijani language and literature. In 2024, he graduated from this specialty with honors and received a master’s degree. He is currently a 1st-year master’s student at Mingachevir State University. His poems were published during his studies, and later in some other magazines and newspapers. A book published in the almanac “Ganjliyin səsi” contains several of his poems.
SUMMER PLATES!!
SUMMER PLATES!!The South is wearing green,
The North is wearing a sign…
The flood of rivers is waking you up,
Work is already falling on your shoulders…
The paths of the village will make you tired,
The roads of the city are winding…
The shepherd’s “el bayatısı” on the slope,
A first question spreading across the deserts…
The girls’ faces, flushed with chastity, remind us of old times…
The touching of hands in a tender embrace, ignites the feeling of love…
Everyone is filled with the fragrance of flowers,
They fall in love with daffodils and violets…
The “grainy” snow that remains on the mountain tops,
Falls on the sick, who will find healing…
The sound of spring comes to my heart,
If it were to be carried, a thousand beauties would not be able to carry it…
Beauty has always been my worship: Worship cannot live without faith!!
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