Celebrate World Poetry Day With These Poems

United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) officially dubbed March 21st “World Poetry Day!” While all poets are being celebrated, UNESCO shined the spotlight on three poets in particular: Nikoloz Baratashvili, Molla Panah Vagif, and Sayyid ‘Im?d-ad-D?n. These poets were chosen for a special reason: 2017 marks the 200th anniversary, 300th anniversary, and 600th anniversary of the chosen poets birthdays, respectively. We bookworms adore special days dedicated to literature, so we’re going to celebrate with a few poems by the aforementioned poets! 

Nikoloz Baratashvili -19th Century 

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Poem: “Earring”

As a butterfly
so slowly ripples
a spotless lily of exquisite curves,

just so this earring,
this wild, strange earring,
dances, plays with its shadow and swerves.
May that soft air
breathed in your shadow
return to the source from whence it had gushed!
And may your swaying
stir up a breeze,
by which the overhot heart is refreshed!
Oh, earring, ’tis magic
that set you in motion,
or is it those lips in motion below?

Who feeds on the sherbet
of life without death,
and with the small soul above binds her soul? 


Molla Panah Vagif -18th Century

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It is a holiday, don’t know what to do
All sacks are empty in household of ours
Rice long gone, butter exhausted too
No meat we have, nor cheese that’s ours

In this world we own nothing that’s ours
Nor does happiness grace our homes
Vagif, don’t pin your hopes on brains of ours
Glory to God, our brains somewhere roam


Sayyid ‘Im?d-ad-D?n (Imadeddin Nasimi) -14th Century

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 Poem: “What of It”

I myself took up the cloak of blame;
I smashed the bottle of honour and virtue on a stone.
        What of it?

Sometimes I rise up and watch the universe from above,
sometimes I go down to earth and lose myself in love.
        What of it?

Sometimes I study life’s meaning in the holy books,
sometimes I go to the tavern and get drunk.
        What of it?

Sometimes I enter my garden to pick roses for my darling;
I grew those roses and I gathered them.
        What of it?

The wine of this love is a sin, the orthodox think–
The sin is mine, I fill my glass and drink.
        What of it?

The pious bow to the niche in the mosque;
I bow at the Beloved’s doorstep, pressing my face up close.
        What of it?

My enemy says loving beauty is sinful.
I love my beloved so I’ll gladly pay that price.
        What of it?

They ask Nesimi, 
are you and your beloved getting along?
Whether we get along or not, my Beloved is mine.
        What of it? 


Which poets are you celebrating “World Poetry Day” with?


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