Abdulhamid Cholpon (1897-1938)-Poems

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Abdulhamid Cholpon (1897-1938)-Poems

SOUL

 

Sorry, why are you so sad 

Did you make friends with the rings? 

There is no cry, no doding, 

Why are you so slow?

 

Insult does not hurt the tongue, 

Will the humiliation go away forever? 

Do the chains break,

Won't the swords break now?

 

You are alive, you are not dead, 

You are human, you are human; 

Shackles, neck bends, 

That you are also born free! ..

 

BEAUTIFUL

 

In the dark night, staring at the blue,

I ask you of the brightest star. 

The star was ashamed and bowed her head. 

He says: I see him in a dream. 

I see in my dreams, so beautiful, 

She is more beautiful than us, more beautiful than the moon!

 

When I look at the moon, 

I'll start sucking you in a month, 

And he says: "Red walnuts." 

I met in my dream, a buried white. 

So beautiful when buried in white, 

She is more beautiful than me, more beautiful than the day! ”

 

Early morning wind blows your hair, 

I'll ask when he passes me. 

He will say: "One look, he lost his way, 

I want to walk among the rocks! 

I saw her - so beautiful, 

It is more beautiful than the moon, more beautiful than the day!

 

When he leaves, the sun will shine. 

I don't even ask him about you. 

He also hid from his shame and fled, 

He says: "I saw, it is on the right before going down." 

It's so beautiful when I see it on the right, 

She is more beautiful than the moon, more beautiful than me!

 

Why am I poor and I love her ?! 

I'm burning for him, I'm burning. 

I put my head to hard work, 

I'm in love… I'm in love… Who am I in love with? 

The "beloved" I love is so beautiful, 

It is more beautiful than the moon, more beautiful than the day !!! ”

 

PURPLE

 

Are you purple, are you purple

Sold for money on the street.

Am I purple? am i purple

Caught in love, grief?

 

Purple, why not open up a bit,

Breaking up without a free laugh?

Purple, why don't you smell it,

Did you bend to the ground, stretched?

 

Purple,

Tell me

Who are they,

A needle in your lap?

Purple,

Say a word

What kind of hands is he?

Stretches, smells, stings?

 

Purple, you have such a beautiful face,

Why don't you laugh longer?

Purple is so attractive,

Won't you pour perfume on my heart?

Purple, cry, purple, come on,

Add your grief to my grief.

Purple, my breasts are free for you,

From here, fly to the blues.

 

Purple, beautiful, sad, you will not come,

Grief is great, you don't know grief,

You don't laugh at me.

 

SPRING SORROW

 

O ghost of the dark long winter

Don't play in my eyes in the spring!

The unbearable pain of separation

Boiling on the green, grassy faces!

 

A little… a little comfort in the spring

The beautiful, red face of the peach,

Don't be fooled

To the word of the young man who nodded.

 

The soft girl smiling in front of me

It is a flower in the middle of a blue grass.

I cried a lot... draw my youth in a row

And the beautiful girl in front of me is an asshole!

 

Spring… Nightingale does not sing,

Why, my tanbur has no language.

She is a beautiful girl.

Why, I have no hope.

 

The song of every spring in my tongue,

The love of every beauty in my heart,

A cry from every sorrow in my eyes,

A sign of deception on my face.

 

Am I the only one who cried in the spring?

Am I the only one deceived in every hope?

Am I the only one who has my breasts pierced?

Am I not the only one with joy?

O eye-catching bride of spring,

Why are you making me cry? …

 

THE DEATH OF ACTION

 

Who are the angels crying in my heart? 

Mothers of the East, young people? 

Who are these souls crying in front of me? 

Are slaves the people of your country?

 

Why in their voices 

The tone of past centuries weeps? 

Why in the play of fate 

Does every walk pierce my heart like a razor?

 

Imagination of space is blue 

Did the enemy bury all hopes? 

Is the country in perpetual captivity? 

Did the candles that shone in your mind go out?

 

The deadly darkness of the night, 

Did he dream of the star of salvation? 

The right, the right of so many prisoners 

Was a handful sacrificed to the ground?

 

The rays of the fire of Ahim, 

Can't find one in the chest of the East? 

The roar of my chest,

Don't you laugh at the broken hearts?

 

WHEN YOU LOVE IT

 

You are the queen of beauties,

I read this from your eyes.

I read that my future is a bird

I made a golden cage out of my imagination.

 

The sinners sang to my ears

Tired of talking, it's not over…

The nightingale cried in agony at night

The end of your pain was not over

 

The content of the story in your eyes,

When I was a poet, I used to cry.

That, my old wounded heart

I wish I could read the lines.

 

Dressed in the crimson of my imagination

Have you seen the fairies, the hurries?

From the roads where flowers are planted

Have you been living in the universe?

 

A withered leaf when he sings a poem on your way,

Brings music to my ears.

When your musical voice

Does that mean you love me?

 

KALANDAR LOVE

 

As the palace of love is wide, I have lost my way,

I've been stuck on this dangerous path for centuries.

 

I saw the sea of ​​Karashma, there is no wave of tenderness, 

Unaware of the catastrophe, I shot him in the arm.

 

It's a strange world, this is the world of love, dear friends, 

I sold that world for nothing.

 

My heart bleeds as I read the nightingale in her flower garden, 

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I was in pain.

 

I wandered around the world like a rock, but I couldn't find a place. 

I returned to my hut with sorrows and pains.

 

I was a beautiful Cholpon in the sky of love, friends, 

I could not stand the sunlight and sank to the ground.

 

GIVE YOUR HAND

 

Give me your hand, with that trembling hand, then again

A short, then no more touching those hands.

Take your eyes off me for the last time,

Let a career shoot after your eyelashes on my chest.

 

Your star that is still staring at us in the sky

His blind face turned yellow with the fall of separation.

You go, the star flies, thrown in solitude

The light of day that does not give life to your lungs.

 

Give me your hand after your career, I'm lonely,

Career after reading the horse, pain in my chest.

 

FANTASY

 

The spark of love in the heart

I hid in a corner of my mind.

He sighed at the power of the spark

I have a severe wound that cannot be healed.

 

I heard it said, take happiness

I thought the call to prayer was satanic,

So to the angel who gave happiness

I told various legends…

 

She heard her hair play

And I said, "Legends are in vain."

These words reached my ears:

"I passed," he said, "in bloody, serum water..."

 

White-white, said the Sultan of legends, -

Your throne, your happiness awaits in it.

It is under serum, bloody waters

Wearing black makes the soul glow.

 

Go away, devil, I cried… I'm afraid…

Ket-ket. The sword is broken, the shield is pierced.

Do you see I am crushed, I lie down,

The mountain of trouble has fallen on me.

 

Last breath, last rest, O angel,

Come, take a look, and then let the sky fall.

 

SECRETS…

 

I

 

A bunch of hair in my hand,

Shall I crumple it up or open it up?

You keep it as a secret in my bosom,

Should I keep it as a secret or reveal it?

 

Sprinkle with shaved hair,

Who do you hold your pomegranate faces to?

Say to yourself: 'They have no loyalty!' you said

Why are you waiting for them again?

 

II

 

Your full body in my open bosom,

If you don't even smell a sword, -

Don't come near me, oh living kiss! —

What you say 'I love' is a lie!

 

GALDER

 

I'm an old madman, born with a dutor,

I am always on fire with my cousin.

 

I feed the poor in their hearts,

I'm tired of people who don't have a good time.

 

If I hide in the strings of the dutor,

Each of the curtains is a message of grief.

 

The fingers of a man walking on the curtains

He presses a lot on my chest, so he gets tired.

 

Stringing the two strings and crossing the fingers without stopping,

"Galdir" doesn't cry on those strings.

 

I have nothing to do with governors, officials, kings and rulers;

I am always together with sympathetic children!

 

All sorrows will be mad like me,

That's why they named the slave 'Galdir'.

 

SETUP

 

I emigrated from the land of hatred, 

I have settled in the land of Ulfat, 

I turned my face to the flower, not the grass, 

I am filled with heavenly pleasures

The moment the nightingales praised love!

 

Smallpox from my tears, 

From my syllabic thoughts, 

From my gentle singing of hearts, 

From my spreads of love

Paradise is an abandoned soul.

 

Blood rushes to the tongues, 

Souls enter empty nests, 

Thorny pox smallpox, 

The path of truth is indeed a path

On the days when souls touched me! ..

 

* * *

 

A lock of your hair is in my hand, 

Shall I crumple and kiss? 

You keep it as a secret in my bosom, 

Should I keep it a secret or spread it out.

 

Sprinkle with shaved hair, 

Who do you hold your pomegranate faces to? 

"They have no loyalty!" you said 

Why are you waiting for them?

 

Your full body in my open bosom 

If the heart does not smell, 

Don't come near me, oh living kiss! 

What you say "I love" is a lie!

 

PEOPLE

 

The people are the sea,

The people are the wave,

People are power,

The people are rebellious,

People are fire, people are revenge...

If the people are agitated, I have no power, let them stop.

I have no power, let the people destroy your desire.

The rebellion of the people destroyed the kingdom,

The people wanted, the crown and the thrones fell…

 

The will of the people: let this country be free, 

Let the shadow on his head go, 

One stirs, one bubbles, one boils, 

One strives, one yard, one plays, 

Eliminates poverty and hunger, 

He gives everything to his country...

 

Let us take all the power from the people, 

Let's embrace and go into the people!

 

* * *

 

Imagination, imagination... Alone imagination is beautiful, 

I fear the eyes of truth. 

Imaginary stars, action, 

I like to light my fire. 

Beautiful fantasy, come play flowers in my head 

Follow my wishes!