Bahtiyar Hidayet Poetry | A popular poet of Azerbaijan

Bahtiyar Hidayet 

Prison light 

Insults, torture, indigence 

Are locking one’s throat

So whatever you eat

Doesn’t go through 

Here the light of government does not go out

Here the light of fate goes out

The light is imprisoned here 

There is no peace day or night 

Light is the prisoner of darkness 

And inmates die 

 like a moth attracted to light 

There are news from home 

Government cut the power

There is light in here, darkness at home 

the country has become a prison 

If I get free one day 

I have to take light back 

In return for the food parcels 

Coming from home 

The country is in darkness

You end up in prison 

if you follow lead of light

so we have to follow the other side 

where dogs bark 

Because there is a tragedy 

where light comes from

HOW COULD THEY KNOW…

"The closest star to Earth is the Sun."

But how could astronomers know?—

That for me, the closest star

Is my beloved — she is the star on the balcony.

"The longest era was the Stone Age."

But how could historians know?—

That for me, the longest era

Is the time I waited for you.

"The hardest thing is to know oneself."

But how could philosophers know?—

That for me, the hardest thing

Is to lose you.

"1 + 1 = 2."

But how could mathematicians know?—

That you and I are one soul.

…Ah,

What hopes I place in people,

What dreams I expect from them—

Even the scholars cannot understand me,

Let alone the fools.