To Samet Vurgun

I finally made it to your city,
but I was late, Samet,
we couldn't get together:
I was late by the space of death.
I didn't want to hear your voice
on tape, Samet
can't look at pictures of the dead
without totally dying

But the day will come
when I'll totally separate you from yourself, Samet.
You'll enter the world of respectable memories.
And I'll lay flowers on your grave
without tears in my eyes.

Then the day will come
when what happened to you h
will happen to me, too, Samet.

25 February 1957

Baku