To The Caspian Sea Poem by Ruslan Kerimov

You're a ferocious beast, your sleep is but deceit,
Concealed beneath the face of waters still,
Just a respite for the wounds that time must treat,
Above you now the heaven's black and ill.

A gloomy artist darkens hues in that expanse,
With northern winds, your wrath upon us draws,
Forsaken, left without a tender glance,
You're but a fearsome lion in repose.

Though far you are from Ocean's great embrace,
And not as vast in size as its domain,
In your wild rage you match its ruthless pace,
Your winds, they choke us cruelly and restrain.

I love to watch, though why I cannot say,
How the suicidal army of your fierce waves,
With snaky hissing sounds and foaming spray,
To die on grayish cliffs heroically craves!