The Flower which Appeared in the Wrong Season (1964)
by Mammad Araz (born 1933)
I would not restrain myself,
If there were no rules, no traditions.
I would not hold back,
If children who call me "Father" had not pulled me back.
You have the right to get angry with me,
What to do?
Life has no second spring.
The mansion of love is not accessible to everyone.
Now you resemble a flower,
Growing unseasonably under the snow.
If I don't pick you, the storm will slay you,
If I do, you will fade away in my hands, dear one.