Humay Mahmudova, who was raised in a teacher’s family, admits that her admiration for the great poet Nesimi of this land provided a foundation of her love for poetry and literature. Additionally as a renowned painter in her country through her exhibitions, she is one of the young members of the Painters’ Union. She came into prominence because of her national and international activities, and deservedly she was awarded with an honorary doctorate title in Germany. She has been serving as a reporter and producer on TV channels very much in line with her education and training, and being active in the magazine publishing sector is the one of her occupations where she earns her life.
Longing for the South and the North It is strong a feeling to get used to love freedom This is something to cause fighting On the Savalan Mountain its soul is nowhere Isn’t that hero Babek ours? Do not separate by saying our South, our North Condemn the ones for writing this definition Let your pens be broken, do not write anymore Aren’t the South and the North ours? It was Şehriyar whose heart hurts The poet WROTE Azerbaijan Rise up or burn completely Aren’t the burnt and broken ones ours? You are always troublesome You are both Tabriz and Baku You are our beloved being far apart You are my precious, aren’t you? My Tabriz looks out for you The soul of Khorassan is here Erdebil is anticipating We are anticipating, aren’t we? A loved one more loved than ourselves My faithfulness is for the South You broke to pieces, Azerbaijan Is the broken piece your heart, the South? The one who wrote the wisdom philosophy The one who created the cloud lyric genre Setterhan was a hero and brave Isn’t the avenue of the valiant ours? Your Köroglu shall arrive one day The chain on your hand will be broken that day I would write on the Kaflan Mountain that day Is this Humay your writer, isn’t she? Humay Mahmudova English Translation by Mesut Şenol