Knee Pain / Bahtiyar Hidayet – Azerbaijan

I have never knelt before time,
I have never crawled before dishonorable people,
I have crawled only during battle.
Why do you ache, my knee?
Maybe you are offended with me.
When loneliness was howling like a wolf,
I hugged you so much.
Why do you ache, my knee?
After all, I have to stand up.
Every day is a court—
It’s okay,
I will object to the order,
“Stand up, the court is coming.”
After all, I have to stand up.
The teacher of life is starting the lesson.
It’s okay, I will object to that too.
The bell of that lesson is like the bell of death.
Why do you ache, my knee?
You do not have the right to hurt this much.
After all, I want to escape from this country.
After all, you have to be strong.
Why do you ache, my knee?
The doctors said that salt has accumulated.
I thought only my tears were salty.
So you are crying for me too,
Quietly and silently.
And forgive me, my knee,
When the doctors tested my nerves,
they also hit you hard with a hammer.
I myself also hurt you by hitting my knee.
Now I understand why you ache, my knee.
Forgive me.
You would not understand me.
I have hit my knee both in times of tragedy,
and I have hugged my knee in loneliness.
Maybe it is confusion that is hurting you.
Do not pay attention to me,
even God does not understand me.
Why do you ache, my knee?
I am going to the doctor again.
The doctor will hit you with a hammer.
Prepare yourself, my knee.
The doctor will hit you with a hammer.
I am afraid that, like a nail,
you will be nailed into this land.
I am afraid that I will not be able to escape from here.
Look, I am confused too.
Come, let us help each other and escape from here.
Why do you ache, my knee?



