TARANA TURAN RAHİMLİ

Tarana Turan Rahimli was born into an educated family on February 20, in 1970, in Baku, the capital city of Azerbaijan. During 1977 and 1987 she studied at the secondary school number 48 in Baku and at the secondary school number 1 in the city of Barda. In 1990 she entered the faculty of philology of Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University and graduated from University in 1995. In 2004 she defended candidate of sciences on the theme of Creative activity of Kamal Talibzade, and got the degree of candidate of philology. Just during the studentship years (1991-1994) she worked at the newspaper Ganj muallim
(Young teacher) of ASPU, after graduating the university she worked as the responsible secretary of that newspaper (1994-2000) ,then she became editor-in-chief ( 2000-2007) of that newspaper. Meanwhile, during 1996-1997 she was the responsible secretary of the newspaper Zaman ( Time) , in 1999 she was the editor-in-chief of the newspaper Azerbaijan fighters, during 2007-2008 she became the editor-in-chief of the newspaper Tahsil problemleri ( Educationional problems) . Since 2003 she is the teacher of the department of The literature of Azerbaijan and world of Azerbaijan State Pedagogical University, since 2008 she is in the post of a head teacher at the same department, since 2011 she is assistant professor of that department. Starting from 2012-2015 academic years she is the assistant professor of the department of World Literature of ASPU. At the same time she teaches Japan literature at the faculty of Oriental studies of Baku State University. Since 1992 she is the member of Azerbaijan Ashugs Union, (on poetry), since 1994 she is the member of Azerbaijan Union of Journalists, since 1998 she is the member of the Council of Constitutor of World Young Turkish Writers , since 1999 she is the member of Azerbaijan Writers Union, since 2007 she is the member of well-known honorable organization in Turkey Cyprys Balkans, – The Organization of Eurasia Turkish Literature . She is the staff member of academic journal of History and thinking of Turkish World Studying Organization.
She is the founder of literary unities as Qar Chichey ( Primrose) and Addimlar ( Steps) ( ASPU), like the member of Union of World Young Turkish Writers she took an active part in compiling and publishing the poetry Anthologies titled as Qar Chicheyi , Addimlar and The voice of Turk . She researches in the field of Azerbaijan literature, literature of Turkey, The literature of Bati Trakya, Russian literature, Japan literature, the literature of western countries, Azerbaijan literary critic. She is engaged in giving lectures on the history of Azerbaijan literary critic, literary relations, literature of Western countries, literature of East Slavic people, literature of Japan, Modern Azerbaijan literature, the literature of Turkish people.
Including she is engaged in writing poetry and prose, literary criticism, publicism and translation. Her works have been published in Turkey, Russia, Ukraine, Kyrgyzstan, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan , Iran and etc. countries. She was the participant of a number of international symposiums, conference, and literary events. She is the author of six books and more than 400 articles.
In 2007 Tarana Turan Rahimli got the prize of Qelem (Pen) of the competition held by Caucasus Media on the occasion of National Media and 170 yearly anniversary of H. Zardabi. In 2007 she got the message of thanks by the Deans office of the faculty according to the results of the examinations held by her.
In 2009 she was honored with the prizes of The scientific secretary of the year: by the Organization of New Writers and Artisans. In 2012 in Turkey she got Honorary Decree of Eurasia Turkish Literatures of Cyprys Balkans, the Honorary Decree of Gediz University of Turkish Republic, Official thanks of Izmir Konak Municipality. Including she was honored with Honorably Decree of Istanbul Tuzla Municipality.
In 2013 at Baku gathering of she got the prize of For service to Turkish World by the Union of World Young Turkish Writers. On May of 2013 in Turkey she got Honorary Decree of KIBATEK, Honorary Decree of Okan university of Turkish Republic, on December of 2014 she got Honorary Decree and official thanking letter. In 2014 she was honored with the International Prize of Akif Samad by Union of Turkish Activist Artisans.
On August of 2015 she was honored with Honorary Decree by Turkish Art Platforum. Since May of 205 she is grant-holder of the President of Azerbaijan Republic.
A number of articles have been published about her literary activity in the scientific and literary press of Azerbaijan, Turkey, Russian, Greek, Germany, Uzbekistan. In Turkey her two books They will recognize me from my love
( Izmir, 2013,) The poem that I didnt write to you (Ankara ,2013) have been published. Including her monograph The decent follower of the Great generation about Kamal Talibzade , the eminent literary critic, Academic of Azerbaijan ( Baku, 2012) , the poetry collection of The Whisper of Grief ,
(Baku, 2007) textbooks titled as The creative problems of literature and literary critic ( Baku, 2009) , a scientific book titled as From the literature to eternity
(Baku, 2015) have been published.

THEY WİLL RECOGNİZE ME FROM MY LOVE

Some will leave their traces, in this world
Some won’t be satisfied with anything.
A grave of somebody
Will mention about its owner,
A word of somebody
Will be left after somebody.
All will desire
To leave any word in this world.
The centuries will cause to forget them.
The false castles made of lies
Will be destroyed.
The people will know everything
They will reprobate after knowing.
The fires will be made
For the guilty past.
They will choose only the words
And will keep only them..
And ..and they will recognize me
From my love!

As if your eyes arent yours, but strangers

You see a handful of soil in my hand,
I look at it, Mother is seen.
It seems you that you pick a leaf,
Wounded leaves are covered with blood.

You know, it is the ground under your feet
You dont know each inch of soil is a grave.
You know the end of all is death and grave,
You dont know the life is narrower than a grave.

You look at my face; your looks are frozen,
As if your eyes arent yours, but strangers.
My eyes are filled with tears,
You will be lost in the ways.

Requiem was being played

Inside of the silence of the night
Requiem was being played-
Like the lullaby to the last night.
That heart was beating
Inside of mysterious voices.
Getting over the limits of time,
Getting over the borders
Of the entire globe
Requiem was being played.

Sounds were caught by flames,
Mozarts fingers
Longing for the keys of the piano
Were got by fire.
His lips that the death left
After kissing in secret
Were whispering to Salyeri still,
Requiem was being played.
The darkness of the night
Smelled sorrow or grief.

The sound was lowering into a well,
And at times rose to the height.
The destiny of the day that was breaking
Was written at just moment.
The heart of the composer
Bored for the last time.
Requiem was being played.

It was left less time to the morning,
That heart had copied its being
On the sounds.
Its face had turned to white
Signs of kiss on the lips
Mozart was smiling
Like the lullaby to the last night.

The poem that I didnt write to you

Dedicated to Mother

The poem that I didnt write to you
Will destroy me inside of myself.
When I die it will fill into my spirit
And will leave inside of my body.

I shall leave injustice on my shoulders,
Neither the soil nor stone will know.
The spring and winter that I found in my love
Wont be back forever.

The familiar faces of my friends
Will disappear in front of my eyes.
After you my spirit will look for
The word being worthy to you.

The poem that I didnt write you
Will go down into the grave in secret.
You also wont shed tears
To the poem that didnt come to life.

Inside me there is love even to a stone.

Again my eyes shivered,
How cold your looks are!
Your words as if are frozen,
There is no warmth in your words.

Ices have been hung from your eyelashes
Snow has been spread on your hairs.
As if the cheeks of the winter
Have been kissed by your lips.

You made my spirit to be cold,
Your heart is ice, your hands are snow.
Dont worry that you are so cold,
Inside me there is love even to a stone.

Translator: Sevil Gulten