A beautiful bird like Malak
He landed on a willow branch.
I said: "Bird, come down to me,
My young heart was filled with grief.
Sing a little, say a poem,
Let my sad soul flap its wings
Mysterious, beautiful songs
May the candle of my deeds be lit."
"I burned in the trade of will,
I'm so tired of cages,
In the hijran of kindergartens
I was heartbroken.
Let the sheep fly to the sky,
I'll be free now:
Spring came and laughed everywhere,
Give a little hug to the smallpox!' —
Said the little bird.
Wings fluttered in the clear blue,
1924
YOUNG TRAVELER
I have a long way to go
My practice is brilliant:
Dreams overflowed
This is a pain in my chest.
Rabies, sea,
Do not rush, sea.
A small boat
Don't toss, sea!
I can't get enough of my youth
My wish is not to be afraid.
Wave like a mountain
Don't block my way.
A young heart,
Above the blue.
Your beloved star
Search and power.
1925, September
THEN
I
The sun has slipped from the horizon,
A bunch of fire hair
Forests are stuck...
This moment in the distance
He wrote slowly
Blue, soft mists.
A light smile falls,
Sky blue, endless
I look at the universe.
Stars burn in the blue,
Forever beautiful girl
I lie like... I want...
1929, April
II
I walk slowly
The roads are sandy, like silk...
The dawn and the winds.
Right and left of the long road
A row of tall green fir trees
The sun burns at the ends.
Free birds and leaves,
They sing long and short.
I can't take my eyes off it.
Then the sorrows and sorrows will end,
Mangu is the music of life
I can't stop listening...
1929, May, Yalta
* * *
The horizons became dry.
From colorful clouds.
The tip of the tall logs
With sun hair
It plays slowly…
pure distance,
Infinity
Calm as an innocent child,
In the bosom of eternity
Lying down...
I yearn quietly...
Right now
To the philosophy of mind
I worship.
My chest does not fit -
Love, joy...
1929
SUMMER NIGHT
The moon shines
On the surface of the leaves...
Deep silence tonight...
Maybe it's on my mind.
Endless, great universe,
Mangu young beautiful life.
The stars are far away
The golden eyelash plays,
He licks and stares
I am like a mother...
1930
EVENING AT SEA
Plays slowly in the waters,
Like golden boats
Sun flares…
Covers the sunset fire,
Heaven's face is like a pomegranate,
Clouds are like satin…
To the ears of the horizons
The great sea that cannot fit
Seagulls are quiet.
Waters for sun hair
Unceasingly hanging around
Take the shore slowly...
1930, October.
SENSES OF BEAUTIFULNESS
On my head, the fragrant white flower of the apple,
I lie awake hugging the great earth.
If my ears are not enough, my heart is enough,
The sun is kinder to the human heart.
Flowers goblets on trees
For the health of your baby, life...
If you make it, if you like it, hills, gardens,
Why work today without praising the earth?
United labor-la technology and science,
My chart digs the gold of life.
Every fat of the collective farm is a contiguous gulshan
Work here is like a song.
Memories of ancestors
This place is saved as a default.
Only the poet's imagination is enough
Bruises on his chest, sweat pouring out.
1934
* * *
Like a sip of may
I loved it
cherry lips
Dondik, my love!
Like a sip of may
I love you
That moment is forever
It seemed my life.
The moonlight is covered
Beautiful spring…
Oh, he missed
Cherry lips?…
1934, December 21
* * *
I walk, my joy overflows.
I don't know where this joy comes from.
The sound of the night is gentle, quiet...
The stars have blossomed.
Both stones and birds sleep
When the winds blow,
The moonlight trembles in waves,
A sweet tongue enters the leaves.
The love of the universe is like a flower
It opens in my heart, what is it?
The cup of joy is full,
Stars drops golden light...
1936, July, Chimyan
* * *
Eternity and life
It flows like water.
Sleep white hair
Don't touch it.
When its waves beat,
Coal stones enter the tongue,
He's so charming,
If caressed and bubbling.
From the mountain comes joy and happiness
Allakayga gift
Golden sun
Swims in it during the day...
Gold rings flow,
Every day is in Harir's chest.
By whispering
Run to new days.
On the green shores
I visit during the day and in the evening.
A handful of glasses and cups,
I only drink.
1936, July
* * *
I climb the hill, I go down the stream,
Or look at the stones, I lean quietly,
OR like a shepherd at a fountain
I sit and think for a moment.
The silver youth of the jostling fountain,
Both bitter and sweet flavors
Twist and run through the greenery,
Interrupted pearl sparkles.
The joy of the day is everywhere,
A greeting of flowers everywhere:
The clouds will settle on top for a while.
Shadows and shadows move together.
"It is not beautiful to live in the world!" - a sound
The air is ringing in gold;
In a long journey, the gramophone does not stop,
Dreams can't fit in the chest...
1936
* * *
Dark night with golden freckles,
Black warmth, fragrant breath
It blows slowly. Sleep on the hill, the hill,
A turbulent, black stream flows in the ditch.
Sleep caresses the crown of flowers,
May your dreams be fulfilled.
A "uhu" came from the woods.
The wind whispers: don't come, don't stop!
Black velvet of your feelings.
The stars are quietly twinkling,
The night is fragrant, warm: a delicate circle,
The stars are shining on the top of the mountains...
1936
NAMATAK
An elegantly swaying bush
On high, in the swing of the wind,
A basket of white flowers in the sun,
On the edge of a rock that is like Vigor-la.
An elegantly swaying bush
A heart that is never satisfied with a soft dance,
He gives charm to wild stones,
A bright smile on his face does not fade.
To hold the cheeks and kiss the gold,
A basket of white flowers catches the sun!
Silver snow is crying at the base...
A bunch of graceful shakes…
The wind does not scatter pearls
A basket of white stars on the head - smallpox,
How innocent are the subtle greetings!
From the turquoise of the mountain air
The whole sprout is finely ground.
The strange creations of wild rocks:
A bush dances on high,
Happy to hold a basket of flowers to the sun!
1936
* * *
Wind, a fairy tale arrow
From Uzganda mountain uet.
From the beginning of drinking,
The wind, a zrtak arrow!
Get off the branch!
Dress in blue silk,
Roar in my hair
come whisper to my heart
Get off the branch!
Tell the dream of the mountains,
Say hello to the stars
Whisper life,
Say the prayer of love.
1936, July 9
POEM
They say that a poem is a starfish.
No one can say that Bolchik lights the way.
A pearl is a thread of light in the darkness of life.
They say that poetry is only the language of birds
Sensitive souls crave meaning,
Or it is a teardrop of a blind soul,
Flowers on the stones.
They say that poetry is its own logic
Soft sleep comes from dreams,
The smell of the land that gave blood and joy
He didn't ask for inspiration with pride...
1936
* * *
Well, drink water, eat hard bread,
But let the fire burn in your heart.
The bitter thread of philosophy,
Rest in peace, man.
To the stone, to the color, to the word
Shine with the light of life.
Not a drug, even you are sad
Let him put it in his heart.
1937
GROWN
Like a broken twig,
The colorful leaves of hope were shed.
He hung himself and his hands were weak,
The earth fled, the sun's rays darkened...
1941
* * *
I can't cry sir...
An angry eye.
It's like a road
A hard word on my lips.
Eyebrows, eyelashes -
I walk unconscious, surprised.
I'm hungry, I can't remember
Bread like a brick in my bag...
Hunts in burnt houses
My winter face.
I wander alone. Crying
My country is in my heart.
February 1944, 17
IN THE FALL
I'll wander along lonely roads,
The trees are burning like torches.
Autumn looks fresh in different colors.
Peach leaves are like burning gold,
Red ruby buds on apricots.
The dance of the branches is on the leaf, on the branch.
The waters flow slowly, clear as glass,
As if the waters drowned in the sky.
I can't get enough of Hazo, his breath is warm...
Oh, dear maples, how beautiful I am,
I stop and think: "It's golden,
Its life span is centuries, its roots are firm..."
The days are getting shorter, the standard is flying,
Saying goodbye, the birds started their journey,
The leaves are falling,.. the ground is crying...
The apples of the cheeks are ruby red,
Carriage, transport to the city,
In the nation of Uzbeks - abundance, blessings, peace!
Colorful sweet grapes on the vines,
It's sweet as honey that bursts the tongues:
It feels like drinking fragrant wine.
I walk in my mind, it's daytime,
The trees stand like burning torches.
Evening star on my way in the evening...
1960
* * *
Walking mysterious paths, I wander the sky,
I think, I think, I don't know
A straw of gold sprinkled in the sky.
The truth is something, I still think...
