by Fikrat Goja (born 1935)

I saw a path but lost it in an instant,
Eyes looking at me, turned their backs on me just like my fate.
You - "perhaps words", I took refuge in you,
I'm looking for a friend in this city,
But where is he?

I'm looking for a friend, I don't have peace,
I'm looking for a pair of eyes in this country.
My legs say: We're tired. Wait a while.
But my heart says: Let's go on, perhaps, perhaps

Translated by Aynur Hajiyeva

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