Speed by Bakhtiyar Vahabzade (born 1963) Time was, we would sit in the compartment of a train Three days and three nights Counting the miles Baku-Moscow For lack of anything else to do. Then, eight hours by plane, Baku-Moscow, And now just three hours, Still sorry, Bored stiff. We want to fly With the speed of light, But even the speed of light Is too slow to catch The flight of our thoughts. I am the son of modern times. Give me now The speed of my mind The speed of my thoughts, Not to worry me, Not to bore me to death. Just now, Match the swiftness of my mind, Move now! From "Bakhtiyar Vahabzade. Poems, Short Stories and a Play", edited by Hadi Sultan-Qurraie, and translated by Talat Sait Halman. Indiana University Turkish Studies Publications: Bloomington, Indiana, 1998. Back to - Bakhtiyar Vahabzade Index Home | About Azeri | Learn Azeri | Arabic Script | Contact us © Azerbaijan International. Copyright since 2003. All rights reserved.