\nHEYDER BABA\u2019YA SEL\u00c2M<\/p>\n
\n1 Haydar Baba when it thunders,
\nFloods rush down
\nGirls stand back and watch,
\nI hail your glory and your people,
\nMay you remember our names too.
\n2 When your partridges take flight,
\nWhen the rabbits hop out of the bushes,
\nWhen your gardens have burst into blossoms,
\nMay you remember our name too,
\nAnd make our depressed hearts happy.
\n3 When Nowruz gales uproot garden shelters!
\nAnd Nowruz flowers and snow drops blossom!
\nWhen the clouds wring out their clothes!
\nGreetings to those who remember us,
\nLet our sighs turn into mountains.
\n4 Haydar Baba may the sun warm your back,
\nMake your smiles and your springs shed tears,
\nYour children collect a bunch of flowers,
\nSend it with the coming wind towards us,
\nPerhaps my sleeping fortune would awaken!
\n5 Haydar Baba may you be fortunate!
\nBe surrounded with springs and orchards!
\nMay you live long after us!
\nThe world is paved with events, deaths and losses!
\nThis world has long been childless and an orphan!
\n6 Haydar Baba my way differed from yours,
\nLife passed, I could not come until late!
\nI could not learn what happened to your beautiful ones,
\nDid not know there were perilous paths,
\nLosses, separations and death.
\n7 Haydar Baba good sons are faithful,
\nLife passes, regrets are wasteful,
\nDisloyal sons won’t live long,
\nBelieve me we have never forgotten you,
\nForgive us if we failed to see you.
\n8 Haydar Baba when Mir Azhdar calls for pilgrimage,
\nAnd the village is filled with busy noise,
\nWhile Ashig Rustam played his saz,
\nDo you remember how with such enthusiasm we used to run?
\nFlapping like winged birds to fly?<\/p>\n
9 Ashig apples from Shangulava village,
\nStaying there as a guest now and then,
\nThrowing stones at the apple and quince trees,
\nAll have stayed in my memory like sweet dreams!
\nHave left traces in my soul and whole being!
\n10 Haydar Baba the geese of Guri lake,
\nThe musical melody of the wind at twisted highways,
\nThe summer and autumn seasons of the village,
\nAre like moving pictures in front of my eyes!
\nI sit and watch them within myself!
\n11 Haydar Baba, Gara Chiman’s Road,
\nThe sound of pilgrims’ reciting,
\nMay all the troubles of Karbala pilgrimers
\nFall in the eyes of the greedy ones,
\nWe are misled by the lies of ‘civilization’!
\n12 Haydar Baba, Satan has misled us!
\nHas dug love out of our hearts,
\nHas dictated to us the fate of dark days!
\nHas turned the people against each other!
\nFriendship is drowned in blood!<\/p>\n
13 Blood is not shed if one sees another’s woe!
\nHe who is human never carries a dagger!
\nAlas, ignorance is a blinding trap!
\nOur paradise is replaced with hell!
\nOur happy days are turning mournful!
\n14 When autumn leaves fall,
\nAnd clouds hover over our village,
\nSkeykhalislam calling for prayer with pleasant voice,
\nHis spiritual words dropped on hearts,
\nEven the trees bow to his prayer!
\n15 May the Dashli Bulakh spring not be filled with gravel!
\nMay its orchards not fade away!
\nMay not passersby on horses ever be thirsty there!
\nConvey good luck to the running spring,
\nWhile watching horizons with sleepy eyes!
\n16 Haydar Baba, at your mountain slope,
\nThe partridge sings, followed by its mate.
\nThe white, grey and black lambs roam.
\nI wish to wander across the mountain and valleys,
\nSinging ‘o shephard return the flock’!<\/p>\n
17 Haydar Baba, through the watery ground,
\nSpring water pours from the meadow’s eye,
\nLilies swim on the water!
\nPretty birds fly over there
\nTaking time to drink the spring water.
\n18 The farmhands at harvest time,
\nWith scythes comb the wheat like hair,
\nThe hunters seek out quail.
\nThe farmhands drink their yoghurt,
\nAnd after a short nap, return to work.
\n19 Haydar Baba, as the sun sets over the village,
\nAnd the children have their dinner,
\nWhen the moon appears from behind the clouds,
\nTell them stories from us too,
\nPut a lot of thoughts into our stories!
\n20 When granny used to tell us tales,
\nAnd the wind used to slam windows and doors,
\nWhen wolves used to gobble baby goats,
\nI still wish to return to childhood.
\nOnce again burst into blossom, and fade away again.<\/p>\n
21 I long to have my auntie’s bread, butter and honey,
\nGet up and put on my overcoat,
\nAnd collect gums from the garden trees,
\nI long for those sweet days!
\nWhen I used to ride my wooden horse!
\n22 Hajik hala used to wash clothes in the river,
\nMamad Sadig used to repair his roof,
\nWe never realized there were mountains, stones or walls,
\nWe used to jump around everywhere!
\nHow we used to live without care!
\n23 When Sheykhalislam used to call his prayer,
\nMashadi Rahim put on his cloak
\nMashadiajli used to have meatstew,
\nWe were happy to have food and weddings,
\nIt did not matter, what happens happens.
\n24 Malik Niyaz while galloping, used to suddenly stop’
\nTake his Varandil gun and shoot at his desired target,
\nLike falcon hitting their mountain prey.
\nThe girls used to open their windows wide,
\nWhat a beautiful scene at the windows!<\/p>\n
25 Haydar Baba when there is a wedding in the village,
\nThe brides give henna and lamp wicks to their guests as gifts,
\nAnd the bridegrooms throw apples from the roof,
\nI still have my eyes on those girls,
\nAnd have my story to be told by singers.
\n26 Haydar Baba, your spring’s watercress,
\nThe plantations’ cucumber and watermelon,
\nThe hawker’s chewing gum and white rockcandy,
\nStill I remember its taste in my mouth!
\nIt reminds me of my lost gone by days.
\n27 It was Nowruz, the night bird was singing,
\nThe engaged girl, knitted socks for her man,
\nEveryone dropped his scarf through a hole,
\nWhat a nice tradition was scarf dropping!
\nAnd tying Nowruz gifts to the engaged man’s scarf!
\n28 I wanted a scarf too, crying for it in our house,
\nI got a scarf and wrapped it round my waist,
\nRan to Gulam’s house and threw in my scarf,
\nAunty Fatma tied socks on it for me ,
\nAnd remembering my Khan Nana, shed tears!<\/p>\n
29 Haydar Baba, Mirzamamadin’s orchard,
\nAnd the orchards’ sweetsour plums,
\nThe brides’ dowry and decorations on the shelves,
\nLine up in front of my eyes!
\nAppear along my other memories!
\n30 At Nowruz, they prepare red clay,
\nAnd model shapes to decorate rooms,
\nAnd put bowls, plates and lights on the shelves,
\nThe bride’s henna tinted nails,
\nCheer up her mother and mother inlaw.
\n31 Bakitraders’ story of adventures and papers,
\nThe cows’ milk and cream,
\nThe wednesday’s walnuts and raisins before Nowruz,
\nThe girls jump over fire and water and say:
\nO wednesday make my fortune as clear as glass!
\n32 We used to colour eggs beautifully,
\nHit eggs against each other and ate the broken ones,
\nDid we, ever once, become tired?
\nAli used to give me green coloured ashig!
\nReza used to pick flowers for me!<\/p>\n
33 Nowruz Ali, used to thresh the wheat,
\nNow and then stopped and shovelled the husks,
\nThen you see a donkey suddenly stopped,
\nLooking at the mountain, pricked up its ears!
\n:
\n34 At evening, as the herd returned to the village,
\nWe used to pull away the young ones and hold on to them,
\nWhen the herd passed and reached the village,
\nWe used to mount bareback on the animals and ride,
\nAnd dealt with any objections.
\n35 At spring night, waterfall is heard in the river,
\nThe rocks roaring down with the flood,
\nThe wolf’s eyes shine in darkness,
\nSuddenly you hear the dogs start barking at a wolf,
\nAnd you see it climb over the hill and disappear.
\n36 In winter nights, the room next to the stables,
\nIs used as a sitting and bedroom by the villagers,
\nWood burns bright in the stove.
\nOffered walnuts, dates and dried fruits,
\nThe village is filled with the sound of talking and laughing.<\/p>\n
37 Cousin Shuja’s gift from Baku,
\nHis setting up the Samovar and chatting on the roof,
\nI remember his tall and handsome appearance.
\nHis death turned his wedding into mourning,
\nThe fortune mirror of Nana Giz became blurred.
\n38 Haydar Baba, the eyes of Nana Giz,
\nRakhshanda’s very sweet words,
\nI wrote in Turkish so they can read,
\nThey ought to know that man passes, only name remains,
\nOnly a taste remains from good and bad.
\n39 Before spring the sun is far off,
\nThe village children loved playing snowball,
\nThe snow shoveller shovels snow from the roofs,
\nAs if my soul is still there
\nLike a partridge fallen down and remained in the snow.
\n40 When Granny stretched out her spinning wheel,
\nAnd the sun spun its cotton in the cloud,
\nWhen the aged wolf lost its teeth.
\nThe herd rose and leaped over the other road,
\nThe milk bowls overflowed with milk.<\/p>\n
41 Khajja Sultan showed her anger
\nMulla Bagir quickly went silent,
\nThe bread oven was on and smoke filled the house,
\nOur teapot boiled on the stove,
\nRoasting wheat jumped up and down on the baking tin,
\n42 We cleared the plantation and brought back the harvest,
\nFilled the house, shelves, boxes and wooden trays,
\nWe cooked the marrow in the oven,
\nWe ate the marrow and broke open its seeds,
\nAlmost burst by eating too much,
\n43 When the pearseller arrived from Varzighan,
\nThe children’s noise filled the village,
\nHearing the news the other side of the village,
\nWe ran quickly and made a jubilant noise,
\nWe exchanged wheat for pears.
\n44 At night we went to the river with Mirza Tagi,
\nI looked at the drowned moon in the water!
\nSuddenly we saw light in the otherside orchard,
\nWe thought it was a wolf, quickly ran
\nAnd did not realize when we climbed over the wall.<\/p>\n
45 Haydar Baba, your trees became taller,
\nAlas your youth became old!
\nYour rich men became thin and poor!
\nThe sun disappeared, its shades lost, darkness fell
\nThe wolf’s eyes shined in the darkness!
\n46 I have heard that Allah’s light is lit,
\nYour mosque’s spring is running again,
\nThe village people have become comfortable,
\nMay Mansur Khan be healthy,
\nMay Allah be his support, whereever is he!
\n47 Haydar Baba, does Mulla Ibrahim still live or not?
\nDoes he still open his school for the children or not?
\nDoes he shut his school at harvest time or not?
\nConvey my greeting to the teacher.
\nConvey with special respect and words.
\n48 ‘Khajja Sultan’s aunty has gone to Tabriz,
\nBut let alone Tabriz, she cannot even come to our house.
\nChildren get up and let us go to our own home;
\nOur headman died and our livelihood ended
\nThose who are like sheep, will be milked by others.<\/p>\n
49 Haydar Baba, the world is a false one,
\nIt has remained so from Solomen and Noah.
\nIt has given birth to its sons, and put them in trouble.
\nIt has taken away what has given to anyone,
\nFrom Plato remained only one name.
\n50 Haydar Baba, friends and comrades turned away,
\nLeft me one by one in a deserted place and returned,
\nMy springs and lights died down.
\nThe sun set and the night fell at a critical place,
\nThe world became like the ruins of Damascus for me.
\n51 The night that I went to Gipchagh with my cousin,
\nWhen the moon rose, the horse began prancing round,
\nWe climbed from one mountain to another,
\nMashMami Khan rode his blueblack horse
\nPulled free his rifle and fired off a shot.
\n52 Haydar Baba the valley of Gara Gol,
\nKhoshkanab’s road, twists and turns;
\nThere the grey partridge raises her chicks,
\nFrom here we go to our village
\nLet us return to the story of our village.<\/p>\n
53 Who has put Khoshkanab in this position?
\nAmong the sayyids who lives and who doesn’t?
\nWho has brought Amir Gafar’s house?
\nDoes the spring still run and fill the pool?
\nOr is it dried up and the orchards withered away?
\n54 Amir Gafar was the Sayyid’s leader,
\nHis blocking of the shahs as they made their way was amazing.
\nHe was sweet towards good men, but bitter to bad ones.
\nHe trembled for the right of victims,
\nAnd stood against oppressors like a sword.
\n55 Uncle Mir Mustafa was a tall grand father;
\nHandsome and bearded, he looked like an older Tolstoy.
\nHe could turn a mourning party to a wedding one.
\nHe upheld the honour of Khoshkanab.
\nHe embellished the appearance of mosques and gatherings.
\n56 Majdalsadat laughed like orchards,
\nHer voice was like cloudy mountains,
\nWords melted in her mouth like cream;
\nShe had an open face and deep understanding,
\nHer green eyes shone with a bright light.<\/p>\n
57 My father kept an open table,
\nHelping the people was his job,
\nHe was the last of the good ones.
\nAfter him every thing changed,
\nThe lights of affection went out.
\n58 Mir Saleh’s overthe top acting,
\nMir Aziz’s passionate participation in religious ceremonies,
\nMir Mamad’s sudden temper and cooling down,
\nThese are all like past events and stories,
\nThat have gone away, lost, dispursed.
\n59 Mir Abdul’s dying his eyebrows,
\nThe dye dropping from sides of his eyebrows,
\nHis standing on tiptoe to peer over the walls and houses,
\nThese are like childhood tales of Shah Abbas,
\nI well remember the pleasant days of Khoshkanab.
\n60 Aunty Sitara baked lavash,
\nMir Gadir snatched one from her,
\nBolted away like a foal and ate,
\nIt was funny the way he snatched the lavash
\nAnd my aunty’s reaction.<\/p>\n
61 Haydar Baba, what is Amir Haydar doing?
\nSurely his samovar must still be on the boil?
\nHe must be old and has lost his teeth
\nHis ears hardly hear and his eyes have sunk in his eyebrows,
\nPoor aunty, it must make her sad!
\n62 Khanum aunty used to pull a face,
\nWhen she heard Mir Abdul speaking,
\nAnd swear that ‘Azrael take him’
\nThey mixed their quarrel with jokes,
\nHad their dinner and went to bed afterwards.
\n63 Fizia Khanum was the flower of Khoshkanab,
\nAmir Yahya was the cousin’s favourite,
\nRukhsara was like an actress and popular,
\nSayyid Hussein makes fun of Mir Saleh,
\nAmir Jafar becomes upset and starts quarrelling.
\n64 Early morning the shephards came,
\nCollected lambs and sheep from the houses,
\nWhile aunty tended her babies,
\nThe smoke rose from the bread ovens,
\nWith the sweet smell of hot bread.<\/p>\n
65 The pigeons soar up together
\nAt sunrise they spread a golden curtain in sky!
\nThen collect the golden curtain and fly away
\nThe sun rises higher and enhances the glory of the mountain
\nThe face of nature becomes younger.
\n66 Haydar Baba, when you were snowclad,
\nCaravans passed over you at nights,
\nWhether I am in Tehran or Kashan
\nI still can see them in the distance
\nMy imagination covers all the ground.
\n67 I wish I could climb again on your rocks
\nAnd look at the past and bygone ages,
\nSee again what has happened to you!
\nI melt your snow with my tears,
\nAnd warm up winterstricken hearts.
\n68 Haydar Baba, flowers have withered in the bud
\nAlas blood is the food of the heart
\nLife is a dark prison,
\nNo one opens the shutter of this prison!
\nTo let us be free and escape from this prison!!<\/p>\n
69 Haydar Baba, the skies are cloudy and misty
\nOur days are worse than before,
\nTake care lest we be separated one from another!
\nGoodness is taken away from us!
\nWe are left in a desolate position!
\n70 Ask this cursed universe
\nWhat does it want from this chaos it has created?
\nTell the universe to set the stars free
\nLet the earth turn up side down
\nAnd this Satanic system be removed.
\n71 I wish to fly with the blowing wind,
\nRace the water running from the mountain,
\nAnd shed tears for my deserted people,
\nDiscover who created this division between us!
\nAnd who has passed away and who remain!
\n72 Like you I shout my words to the mountains;
\nYou send this message to the skies;
\nYou cannot even shut an owl in a cage;
\nHere is a lion, roaming from its prison cage,
\nCalling on insensitive human beings!<\/p>\n
73 Haydar Baba, when your sense of honour is roused,
\nWhen the ‘black clouds’ leave you alone and fly away,
\nAnd rise from your rocks like a sheet of rain,
\nGet up and see my honour over there
\nLook down and see my suppressed being!
\n74 Haydar Baba, when geese fly over at night,
\nKoroghli’s eyes recognize dark shadow,
\nMounts on his horse, Girat, and gallops away,
\nHere I can not achieve my purpose so quickly!
\nI can not sleep unless Eyvaz returns safely!
\n75 Haydar Baba, give birth to brave sons,
\nBreak the necks of the wicked,
\nTrap the wolves at the high way,
\nLet the herd freely graze in the open,
\nThe sheep become fat!
\n76 Haydar Baba, may you always be cheerful!
\nYour mouth enjoy good fare!
\nYour table be open to both friends and strangers,
\nTell the world that my poet son Shahryar!
\nHas sorrow piled upon sorrow in all his days!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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