POEM - WHERE DID THE HORSES TAKE THE FATHERS? Poet - Nijat Hunalp ( Azerbaijan)
Nijat Hunalp is an Azerbaijani poet and writer. He was born in 1996 in the city of Mingachevir. He is a member of the Azerbaijan Writers' Union and the World Young Turk Writers' Union. His poems were awarded third place in the "Fergana" literary award and were included in the long list of the "Vagif Samadoglu" award. His poems and stories have been published on the country's "Kulis.az", "Edabiyyat.az", "Literature and Art", "Partizan.az", Manera.az, Dalidag.az", "Zerif Kölgeler" portals, "525", "Edabi - Eks Seda", "Butov Azerbaijan" newspapers, Turkey's "Yaşam Fanzin", "Güfte Edabiyyat", "An", "Yitik Bavul", "Bayguş", "İhtilal" magazines, Taşköprü, "Krymın Sesi" newspaper, "Dibace.net", "Dergizan.com" portals, Iran's Sanjak newspaper, Uzbekistan's "Ezgulik", "Adabiyot Olami" newspapers. His poems have been translated into English and Uzbek.
WHERE DID THE HORSES TAKE THE FATHERS?
Both the sword and arrow mixed with the soil,
Where did the horses take the fathers?
Those screams, moaning still are ringing in my ears
Where did the horses take the fathers?
Those courser horses had seen a lot of fights
The manes of the bridled horses were covered with blood
Those horses ran towards the death
Where did the horses take the fathers?
They raged in the fights or battles
They were infuriated in the battles.
They were faster than the wind, they were like birds
Where did the horses take the fathers?
Where are those wish horses, where are luck horses?
Where are the khakans of properties, horses of thrones?
The centuries turned those horses into the history
Where did the horses take the fathers?
The sons who died leaving their swords in the scabbard,
The sons whose fates made them let down.
Hey, brave sons, if you know tell me too
Where did the horses take the fathers?
The world and the horses are at the same age
The horses were always the friends of the fighters.
Hey, my horse memory, whisper into my ears,
Where did the horses take the fathers?
Into which directions did these roads and path turn?
How hard is holding the load of the history
Hey, my crazy horse , my course horse, call
Where did the horses take the fathers?
Their bodies are on the earth, but their spirits are on the heaven,
There are fear and anxiety in their eyes.
The horses followed the traces of the fathers
Where did the fathers take the horses?
Where did the horses take the fathers?
Translated by Sevil Gulten