(ARMFUL)
Düşəni tutmağa əyiləndə mən,
Başqa bir düyunçə düşdü əlimdən.
Şüşələr, kökələr düşür, yox çəmi,
Tutub hamısını sıxam sinəmə.
Hərçənd heç nəyi də atan deyiləm,
Əlimlə, ağlımla, ürəyimlə həm –
Əgər lazım olsa – səy elərəm ki,
Sinəmin üstündə saxlayam yükü.
Əvvəl çömbələrəm düşəni tutum,
Sonra oturaram, dağıdıb bütün.
Yükümü saxlaya bilmədim, indi,
Gərək qaydasıyla yığam yenidən.
1927
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Robert FROST
The Armful
For every parcel I stoop down to seize
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns —
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once,
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.
I lose some other off my arms and knees,
And the whole pile is slipping, bottles, buns —
Extremes too hard to comprehend at once,
Yet nothing I should care to leave behind.
With all I have to hold with hand and mind
And heart, if need be, I will do my best
To keep their building balanced at my breast.
I crouch down to prevent them as they fall;
Then sit down in the middle of them all.
I had to drop the armful in the road
And try to stack them in a better load.
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