Davud Nasib - Poet, Publicist, Public Figure

Father

My hands are shivering, my body is trembling
You are whispering something to me.
Daddy, my heart is really sad
You always smile, you’re always glad.

Land

Let’s not speak about the land much
It is not yours, and it is not mine.
The land doesn’t belong to the one who walks on it,
The land belongs to those whose hearts carry it.

The last tale may be

Behave so, for people to ask you for help
When are in trouble, when are destroyed
Let them feel your gap among friends
When you are absent, and not among friends.

Azerbaijan

Being a morning, looking for mornings
Being a victory, looking for it.
I’m on the land of Babek, Koroghlu,
The land of Azerbaijan is dear.

Wake up brother

Your chest is rock against the traitors
And your treats won’t come to the number.
Not only for me, but for all others
You are a shield, my lovely brother

I am like before

Don’t be sad and don’t forget
Don’t be filled like clouds in mornings and evenings.
Never say, the youth has passed, and Davud has changed
I’m still like as I’ve always been.

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DAVUD NASIB - BIOGRAPHY

Davud Majid Nasibov was a poet, a writer, a member of the Union of Writers of Azerbaijan (1969), a laureate of award of Komsomol of Azerbaijan (1984), a laureate of award of All-union Komsomol (1986).

He was born on August 25, 1942, in Gazakh city of the Azerbaijan Republic. Continued his education at the Department of Library at the Azerbaijan State University after finishing the school №2 in Gazakh city (1959-1963).

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