To Molla Panah Vagif
Today is holiday
and the wind is blowing.
Today the wind is bringing
the sound of an awkward orchestra
which is playing in the park
to my home.
There is nothing at my home
except for cheese and bread.
And there must be some Mocco coffee
at the bottom of the pot.
Today my eyes are gazing at
the shadow of the wings of a dead eagle
which is falling onto the side-walk from the flag...
Page 111. 1971
From the Book "Far Green Island"
by Vagif Samadoghlu
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