Ulviyye Ebulfezqizi was born in Neftchala District of the Republic of Azerbaijan. She graduated from faculty of Philology of Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University (ASPU) in 2011. She wrote her first poem when she was seven years old. The great Azerbaijani poet Khalil Rza Uluturk’s brother Mahammad Khalilbeyli liked that poem written with childish imagination, published in the newspaper (“ Qelebe” ) ( ‘ Victory”) issued in Salyan District.
She is the author of the books ‘The song of my spirit’ and ‘Mysterious mirror’.
Ulviyye Ebulfezqizi is the employee at literature portal ‘ Edebiyyat and Incesenet’ ( ‘ Literature and Art’) and including she is an editor –in-chief of the magazine ( in Azerbaijan) ‘ Gufte Edebiyyat’ published in Turkey.
Her poems are regularly published in Azerbaijan and Turkey.
At present she teaches Azerbaijani language at one of the educational centers in Azerbaijan.
Are you aware of?
You tell me I am sorrowful, are you aware of yourself?
Your smiles are false, but you say you are good.
You say I deserve praise, by praising me you feel pains,
Are you aware of your eyes full of sorrow?
You settled in a waterless place, faded while being a bud,
Are you a broken, unfortunate arm that was obliged hanging?
You said you were happy, but fell in love with grief,
What are you saying? Are you aware of your words?
Your physique is pride, is like a tall platan tree,
Your broken heart and your brain struggle.
Your love taking fire from the sun, reaches the sky
You are burning silently, are you aware of your cinder?
I am running, I am running away
I am running away from myself
Like those who felt the trap set up by the destiny.
I am running, I am running
Like the delight running away
from the executioner of the palace
where the ruler is sorrow.
I am running, I am running
Like the hands of the o’clock
Are running away in the circle
towards the state of lack of time.
I am a work of art called as a human being
That the pen started from a tiny dot.
I am running towards the humanity.
I am running, I am running
Like the wind
Having neither wings nor and legs.
I am running
To explore myself,
I am running
Towards ‘ mysterious light door’
Behind the darkness.
I am running,
I am running toward myself
Hidden inside of my inner world.
The colorful wings of love
The lovers are the bees
Who transform the bitterness of love
Into honey.
The stings of those bees
Are created to be stung
Only into their own hearts.
The butterflies are
The colorful wings of love.
The motherland of these butterflies
Are the rose gardens.
The best times of lifetime
Is the time devoted to love.
The danger of feeling the love ends
Is the suicide of faithfulness.
Translated from Azerbaijani into English by Sevil Gulten
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