Onion by Bakhtiyar Vahabzade (1925 - ) The onion looked at its skin and thought, And then turned its head to me: "The winter will be severe." "How do you know?" I asked. "From the skin," it replied. "It's thick, That means the winter will be harsh." Nature has been wise from its very creation, And is a harmony of rules. Before creating a mountain, It chooses a route for it. To equip the onion for cold winter, It makes its cloak warm and thick. Bravo! What mercy! What generosity, But, alas! I haven't received it. Am I not your child, just like the onion, Mother Nature? I am also cold. Where was your mercy when you created me? I'm shivering with cold in the snowstorm of grief and sorrow. You took care of the onion. Am I less precious than an onion? What are these thoughts? What are these sufferings? You gave me but one heart, but thousands of torments. Why do you torture me More than I can bear? Back to - Bakhtiyar Vahabzade Index Home | About Azeri | Learn Azeri | Arabic Script | Contact us © Azerbaijan International. Copyright since 2003. All rights reserved.