We present this work in honor of the 105th anniversary of the poet’s death.
Finally, the exorcism, finally
I did not stay within my heart
What is my heart to mark a feeling
Every limb is supposed to be caressed with fur
I love that Nigâr stretches out to heaven with these poems:
As for you, actually, you are always attracted to yourself
Love… that bloodthirsty thing… that close-clinging accident
Do not kill your leash
The ferry will not help the werewolf
Unburdening myself will not resign me
I love what I have and who I am.
I had a chance to love.
Empty heart, empty heart, an empty life…
I am delighted with this life of dreams and elimination
Lonely, cheerful, passionate and playful
I passed and then became a prisoner
Well, if I die… I am happy