Tired of all things,
Of noise and city mess,
Of people, of my everyday duty,
I need loneliness.
Exhausted from everything,
From odd patience,
From the tolerance
to the world rotations,
I need to be far away from me.
So many parties, so many meetings,
I hate nonsense and idle speeches,
Instead,
I go to my own world
Yet, nearby, a yesman says his word
Full of praise and
praise and praise,
Sincere words are less and less,
No more pride in so many faces,
Then, hatred permeates my bones,
I say to myself “God damn it!”
Take it easy,
You need to be alone.
When with everyday care,
The world`s unfair, overfills my heart,
I’m depressed by merriment and wedding.
I want to run away from the poor and wealth,
From endless ceremonies.
Just, simply to take the flute,
And play the song of loneliness.
When I’m desperate I close my eyes
And strive for loneliness at any chance.
Solitude –
The summit of my wits’ ends.
Solitude –
The reality of my dreams.
Hamlet İsaxanlı (1948-), Baku – translated from Azeri by Firangiz Nasirova
From: http://hisaxanli.org/books/poetik%20tercumeler_in_frangiz_nesirovanin_tercumesinde.pdf
Cover Image: Neil Beloufa, Data for Desire (2014), video-47’39’’min. Courtesy of the-artist. On show at Yarat in the exhibition The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Baku, until January 9, 2016