Tarana Turan Rahimli is an Azerbaijani poet, writer, journalist, translator, literary critic, and academic. She is an active member of the International Literary Agency in Turkey, Azerbaijan, Philippine, Kazakistan, Italy, Oman, Belgium and USA. She holds a PhD on philological sciences. She’s an associate professor and author of nine books. 

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I am a Woman

I’m not an artist,

but I know colors that many artists don’t.

The color of love, the color of longing,

the color of pain…

I’m not a composer,

but I hear sounds

that every composer doesn’t hear.

The sound of separation, sadness, hope.

I am not a gardener,

but I know the fragrance of

months and days like flowers.

My life is decorated

with a fragrant garland of bright emotions.

I am not an artist,

I am not a composer,

I am not a gardener…

I am a woman,

created by God at an auspicious hour.

in my eyes, in my heart

God is the light of lov

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I Was so Quiet They Met With a Stone 

What place was this?

Who sent me here?

The giants saw the way

They made me travel a hundred miles.

They didn’t hear what I heard

They didn’t suffer enough.

They left no space in me

Say, where did I hide myself?!

They took my spring like winter

They were confused as to what I did.

They knew I was quiet

They pushed me against the wall.

I am Not the One in the Mirror

It ran, looked, familiar face,

followed a piece of life.

I looked around for myself.

I’m not the one in the mirror.

It was an ice statue in the stone mirror,

Frozen ice looking in the mirror.

My eyes are spring, summer, and winter in the mirror,

I’m not the one in the mirror.

Luck, my mirror reflects my luck

shows me a golden bed.

My God, what a happy display

I’m not the one in the mirror.

My shots were numerous,

My eyes don’t even smile.

The mirror can’t look at me

I’m not the one in the mirror.

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