Forget about your promise,
Or fall ill again,
Do whatever you like,
But don't come, I beseech you,
I am not blessed with happiness...
Waiting for something every day
Is the bullwark of my life.
Neither happiness, nor love
Can make me as happy as
Page 134. 1983
From the Book "Far Green Island"
by Vagif Samadoghlu
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