I could cease my wandering under the green trees,
I could pass by the dragon as if it were a hundred forests away,
I could move to places without birds –that is, 
I could be blind to the sky –Don’t ask it of me.

Remember again how I escaped the darkness on your wings?
You turned my thread-hung days to light.
May I be a sacrifice to you, I replied to your cry for food.
May all your pain come to me, I said when you crowed thirstily.

Don’t pour out your flaming sighs upon me now, 
Phoenix,don’t hurl your furious feathers, each a curse, to my head –
keep something of love in your lightning eyes, something.

Translation from the Azerbaijani
By Alison Mandaville & Shahla Naghiyeva

Some Azerbaijan interest pieces