The mind's craft travels further

El hünäri il gezermiş, aň hünäri Dünýäni!
Sen Watansyz hasap etme gonup-göçen durnany,
Onuň üçin serhet bolmaz, ol dünýäň bendiwany...
Bir-birine gollar beren illere gözüm düşdi.

Gurbannazar Ezizow, from Gözüm düşdi — every stanza closes on that same phrase, my eyes fell upon.

He opens by weighing two kinds of work against each other. The proverb says a craftsman's skill travels the land; he answers that the mind's craft travels the world. Same sentence, two different sizes, and he is not shy about which one he rates higher.

Then the crane, which isn't really about birds. Don't call it homeless for landing and moving on — no border applies to it, it belongs to the world entire. That is the shape of a thought as much as a migration. Nothing you think has papers to show.

And the last line is where he lands: of everything his eye falls on, the thing worth naming is peoples holding out a hand to one another. The mind's work reaches everywhere; what makes it worth having is where it's joined to someone else's. The full poem is on serpay.