Beheaded Beautiful Stump Poem by Ramiz Rovshan

Beheaded beautiful stump
Who wound you so deeply?
Who strike with axe,
Who stab with a knife?

Are robbed by winds
Your silky leafs?
Are burned on fire
Your wrist of woods?
Do you grieve over your fate?
Tyrants do not mercy even on your age,
from dropped grandeur of you,
Beheaded beautiful stump…

Beautiful stump, don`t buzz, don`t wail,
All axes and knifes are in vain,
Even you dropped from grandeur,
That Grandeur will remain.

The winds of the world will pass,
Snowstorms, rains too.
Folks of birds,
The thrown stones pass
From dropped grandeur of you.
Hopeful eyes stare on,
Baby plants stand on,
Grow up, Raise up, Stand up
To the dropped grandeur of you.

Peace upon you
Beheaded beatiful stump!
Leaving my soul for you
Beheaded beautiful stump!
Bending my head on your heart,
Sing me lullaby by nights,
Putting the stone of home next to you,
Be the column of home of mine,
Beatiful stump,
Ember your wounds, heal
All axes and knifes are in vain,
Even if you dropped from grandeur,
Don`t mind,
That Grandeur of you will remain.