Lions of Sirojiddin Sayyid

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Sirojiddin Sayyid was born on October 1958, 30 in the village of Kundajuvoz, Sariosiya district, Surkhandarya region. People's Poet of Uzbekistan (2006). Graduated from Tashkent State University, Faculty of Journalism (1979). His first collection of poems was The Map of the Soul (1985). After that he wrote "In the palm of cool rocks" (1987), "The land of love" (1989), "Asragil", "Love remains, love remains" (1990), "I burned" (1994), "Studying the homeland" (1996). ), "Vatan abadiy" (2001), "Ustimizdan otkan aylar" (2003). He translated A. Voznesensky's "Eternal Food" (1990) into Uzbek. He was awarded the Order of Friendship (1999).
Lightning flashed, O my distant home!
Burning for so many years,
How much luck,
how many thoughts,
I have not seen wisdom, I am greater than you!

* * *

You are the dump of the happy world
You thought. You lived. You passed.
Berding pupil life,
You spent the nights on the lashes.
The children went everywhere,
The house was quiet, you know.
You missed it.
Looking at the road with nostalgia
You have become a body miss.
Glory to you in those days!
The memory of the nights is eternal.
Greetings forever, mother,
Vidolar is a fan!
It's a fan!

ILINJ

My country, I do not need dice,
If my lashes kiss, it's from your neck.
I came as a nasim, I came as a nasim,
Let me tell you about your old pains.

They exchanged you for titles,
You are overwhelmed with doubts.
Your crescents return to the domes,
From the oppression of the slain.

I need a sound from the ancient minarets,
That sound will finally satisfy my heart.
I don't need the world, just a character
From your dear lands where the Yassavis lie.

The day I turned to the Oqsaroy,
I burned the last glory.
I gradually learned to recite poetry
From your weeping leaves in the plane trees.

If I light a lamp in my heart in this world,
If I learn from the silence of your graves,
If I flow like a clear spring
From the cliffs where the Allies looked.

IN A BAD WORLD

The days when my hands were as hard as branches,
The days when the tongue is gone and the valekin is left
You're gone, frozen right and left,
A painful smile in a painful world.

Silently broken in the waters for months,
Silently, silently, they shot arrows.
Years and months of unraveling the knots
They passed, you are still my language knot,
A painful smile in a painful world.

After you, my heart was crushed,
What an oatmeal, self-pity,
High heels pierced my chest,
They killed my witchcraft prematurely,
A painful smile in a painful world.

Gardens of hope,
Forever stained liver spots,
Duds and crows of gardens
My fig is my smile,
A painful smile in a painful world.

Those who see this state of affairs say that it is destiny.
Fate is always true, they say.
They say that sincere hearts will always stop,
What kind of art is this, what kind of science?
A painful smile in a painful world.

The candles bring you sorrow in the evening,
Tell me about life,
Replacing burnt springs,
The most beautiful death that lives in my chest,
A painful smile in a painful world.

* * *

The rivers that flowed back,
The lost sounds in the mountains returned,
The cries that followed me returned,
Childhood did not return. He did not return.

It is autumn when the straw is not crushed
The hills said goodbye to saffron.
The herds that took me returned,
Childhood did not return. He did not return.

This street, this yard, this house, this tandoor
One day he shudders and shouts silently:
Olapar, who had been missing for ten years, is back!
Childhood did not return. He did not return.

Did I leave him in the desert?
Or did I hand over the violence, the shawls?
Although I called to break, to the finished letters
Childhood did not return. He did not return.

The Swallows returned. The wedding was a horse.
The mountain of the land reminded me,
"Uh" was my memory,
Childhood did not return. Didn't come back…

PAHLAVAN MAHMOUD

Your sorrows are long,
Your poems are short.
What did you see,
what sultan did you see.
Noah lived a thousand years -
He saw a flood.
Sen
Even if you are not Noah
you saw a thousand floods.
Someone left the throne,
From someone - a tree.
Bytes inherited from you -
get angry
… If you sew a shirt,
Egni would be the idol of the yupun world.

* * *

Brother!
What is a cup in hand, a tear in the eye?
What is the lone head in the trades?
What is advice?
Argument is rare?
The Fano gate will not close forever.
The world is found,
No one was found.

Brother!
Love is spring - let it pass.
This flood of emotions is a river - pass,
Sometimes it's a mistake to give up - pass,
The buds of hope do not always open,
The world is found,
No one can be found.

Brother!
Make life worth living.
What a pain, a cure,
It's a dream come true,
Not every language shines as a poem,
The world is found…
No one can be found.

Brother!
Why complain from the world?
Why is this endless sad story?
Life itself is a great grace.
This is the most perfect byte of the past:
The world is found,
No one can be found.

* * *

I burned in the mourning of the hand of love,
I burned in the fire of the house of the soul.

If a lover is forced to pray,
Giving my love, I burned on his heel.

It was a difficult road, I was annoyed,
You burned in the lake, and I burned in the domain.

Who is a friend, who is a rival, who is a true judge?
Unbeknownst to me, I was really surprised.

Every side resounded in my heart,
I tried but burned on every side of the mountain.

Find the ghazal of the world:
From the beginning, I burned everything to the bottom.

Both the goal, the goal, the pain and the love,
I also burned in the mourning of the people of love.

* * *

O my God, if my enemy is brave,
If there is a burning pain in my chest.
A dust from Mawlawi on my eyelashes,
If there is a particle from Yassavi.

* * *

Umr desang, obu gil kuyar, ey dost,
What a month, what a year, my friend.
When a star flies from the sky, the sail burns,
If you bow to the ground, your heart will burn, my friend.

DIADOR

Summer, autumn, spring,
Brothers and sisters,
The collected times are repeated and repeated,
Dozens of chandeliers will shine.

From a bowl of dark memories
My mother is drinking souvenirs.
From the waterfall of Diydoru joys
All in all,
Friendly jam.

As if on cue
The moon on top of our wooden chair.
As the night grew colder,
Like a bowl full of yellow tea.

Let the spring come again and again,
Don't make our morning a strange evening.
May life and life continue,
God, don't waste those moments.

VATAN

You are the bribe of the tongue, the black of the eyes,
My heart is you, you are my eyes.
You are the first word that has taken root in my veins,
My first pain, my first rain, my niece, Motherland.

My grandfather's tent lying on the hill
It’s someone’s dream in this world.
In my mouth - the smell of stars, the smell of dewdrops,
My grandmother planted kashnich, basil, Vatan.

When I listen, I whisper and even throw stones,
Oh sun, rainbow eyebrows.
Swallows have shaken my cradle,
Oh, my porch with the sun beds, Homeland.

The storms were a nightmare for the vultures,
One son was a maple and the other a willow.
The world was amazed when Timur rode,
My emperor, the symbol of the world, my homeland.

An example from the rulers is the ancient deserts,
How many kingdoms are gone, how many births.
Let the mausoleums say, but let Venus say:
The underground conversations are still months Kubrolar,
My fortress where the Termezis are awake, Motherland.

What a morning - you tasted the poison of the storms,
There is something left on the table.
The names of your martyrs are every raboting,
Eternal memory melts the original literature,
Cholpon, Fitrat, Qodiriy and Usmonim, Vatan.

Don't let the lashes fall on your eyelashes,
My lashes I lash to your bridges.
To your age-old pains to be an ointment
Your clouds float blue, to your edges,
My guardian in the sky of awake spirits, Motherland.

Your patterns have escaped the shackles,
I received letters in my heart from Naqshbands,
From the melody, tones equal to Afrosiyob.
I got colors for my poems from Samarkand,
Sometimes blue, sometimes blue epic, Homeland.

I will rub the dust of your great ones on my face,
Rub on the most sacred words in my heart,
My mother's dear bread is rubbed with salt.
Look at the verses that are free,
My Qur'an, my homeland, which I have returned to my homeland.

What do I call the world? This is an old garden,
Every ant, every raven, walks in what it knows.
I will never see your hills, I will stain,
O radiant earth that is the sky to the stars.
The heavens are earth, the earth is heaven, Motherland.

I'm an epkin or a nasim on your trail,
The leaf is yours, if I am yours, I am yours.
Your word will remain in the eyes of your gazelles,
I'm with you, I'm with you,
My great caravan on the great road, Motherland.
1994, 2007

* * *

Gazelles of Navoi -
Homeland born of words,
From the blood of the tongue, from the tears
irrigated meadows,
If the nightingale dies -
washed in the blood of flowers,
If a lover dies in this
shrouds that will bloom.

RIVER

Who is the wind,
Who flew on horseback,
Noon, evening or morning
They entered the city of poetry.
I came and led Topolondarya.

This magical city,
This is a beautiful city
Promising months were fascinating tales.
One morning I opened the blue door,
I led Topolondarya.

Once upon a time, Hazrat Hizr was wrong.
A place of remembrance for visiting teachers.
The parrots were walking, the ministers were new,
I walked to the Topolondarya.

Delicate guloyim cut off the rhymes,
His right eye was distracted.
Breaking the silence of the streets in the morning,
I led Topolondarya.

With a nightingale that has no stomach
A friend grabbed the bed and then snuggled.
I stared at him,
He told me:
What can we do about Topolondarya?

To the sound of the great oceans
We learned the poetic world with our tongues.
Then to the Writers' Union
I led Topolondarya.

After entering the board reception, slowly,
The jury admired us, and we admired the jury.
"We welcome you, but."
What can we do about Topolondarya?

A number of poets became homeless,
Poetry is the masculine heart of the soul.
We now have our own livelihood,
What can we do about Topolondarya?

Poetry, poetry -
Remember, even the cry,
Neither took the tears between the tongues.
The flooded river I brought too
One morning he said goodbye.

Maybe the jealous could not stand it
To the friends I introduced.
Eyes that can't see each other
Disappointed blacks are also introverted.

Filled with sorrows from fuzzy circles,
He's gone. Years passed. Times have changed.
Today the Topolondarya was flooded,
I’m still leading him.

MIR TEMURIY MELONS

“The settlements on the north side of the Sayhun River: one Axsidur. Axsikat ends in books bit Umarshaikh Mirza made it his capital. The river Sayhun flows under the fort… Melon is good. A kind of melon is called "Mir Temuriy", I don't know if it is in the world. "
(Zahiriddin Muhammad Babur. "Boburnoma", the events of the year eight hundred and ninety-nine (1494)).

Before I was happy,
Gone are the days of Ramadan.
It never left my mouth
Mir Temuriy The smell of melons.

A crop reminiscent of my grandfather,
Did the Indians understand this in Herat?
This is neither a longing nor a mystery -
Mir Temur's smells of melons?

Without letting go,
Feast of grief dogs.
Where did I go?
Mir Temuriy The smell of melons.

My time has given me a bitter taste,
Hijra rinds when the cup is caught.
My only wish in this world is now -
Mir Temuriy The smell of melons.

Thousands of games, even if the wheel goes down,
The tastes of the high sultans.
Don't leave you, my son Humayun,
Mir Temuriy The smell of melons.

The kingdom is over,
Duo aylang beks, sayids.
Until the Day of Judgment
Mir Temuriy The smell of melons.

YALLA ABOUT HEAD

This is the rest of the world,
This is a glass head with an amazing lid.

Double ear - handles are amazing,
Sometimes it's stupid, sometimes it's stupid.

Shelter in the human brain,
It's a roof that goes away from time to time.

The spinning wheel is like the sky, between dahr
Sometimes it appears, sometimes it is a gumnom head.

An example of a white morning on the eve of life,
It is a dark evening in the morning of life.

At night the sheep glistened
Watermelon ermas, O dilorom, this is the head.

Pumpkin with pumpkin,
The pumpkin is never cooked, it's a raw head.

CONVERSATION WITH ALLOMA

If you think about it, you will gradually fall on the mat,
Gradually borgung eventually to Zuhra in the sky as well.

O Crescent, Zamin, who called the adhan to your ear,
He gave you the blue, and he gave you the blue.

This is the world of thinking, this is the world of imagination,
Both mysticism and pity are similar to reality.

On the one hand lies the wisdom of Yassavi,
Mengzaru caravan will pass through the endless hot desert.

On the one hand, a great ocean like Mir Alisher melts,
One side is similar to the Jayhun example river.

If you talk to Najmidin Kamil gradually,
Gradually reach Najmidin Kubro as well.

THE MONTHS OVER US
"The months that have passed over us"
It was half full.
It was my heart, it was your heart
The months that have passed over us.
The waters were crystal at that time,
We shouldn't have left.
He knew one thing,
The months that have passed over us.
Your deer eyes,
Your earrings, rings,
Your bracelets -
The months that have passed over us.
Then the world was full of color,
How many girls have become new.
There was a coin at your wedding,
The months that have passed over us.
1990
WOOD ASK
Wooden chair, what have you seen in this world?
What have I seen in this world, a wooden chair?
At night you thought alone,
And my heart is empty.
My mother is in the light of the new moon
A letter written by my sister that I have not read yet.
What a saint in the light of the walls
My love is gone.
Where is the apricot that spilled gold over your head?
Where are the grapes my father planted?
The rains of the gloomy years will make you,
My face is buried in the ditches.
Here is a picture I took with my mother,
I didn’t even take pictures with my dad.
Life is rare? A momentary conversation only.
I didn’t even add any wisdom to this conversation.
When autumn comes, open the door to our yard,
What did you say to the sparrows?
I sighed and sighed and sighed and sighed and sighed.
I handed it over to a ruthless squirrel.
There is no childhood. No mysterious boxes,
Where are my spring hailstones?
Low-pitched music in the yard
Musichamas, these are my brother’s children.
The flowers that grew in it were scattered everywhere,
Did you think of them sadly?
One night the yard opened white
Is my sister's cherry blossom?
1995
DEDICATION
Long caravans,
Treasured times,
Zarbof-zarbof coats,
A number of officials,
Gone are the days
How many dyes,
One hand left in the world,
One hand left, guys!
Honesty and purity
He reached the door of his house.
He is a land developer
He sang the soil.
The moon in the sky, the sun
In love with beauty,
Mountains in the heart
Heavens in his chest.
God willing
Take advantage of opportunities,
Waving in the rivers,
Deliver to the oceans.
Hand appreciated
To the sultans,
Toleiga is over
Great epochs.
Dilbandlari is growing,
His eyes are lifeless.
One of them is Jaloliddin,
One is the King.
Each is a fortress,
It is a shield with a sword
These squirrels are tall,
These eyebrows, these eyebrows.
If you are a child, look at the wind,
Blind the hand, turn to the hand.
There are many nokas in the world
Elu apostatized,
The word is worthwhile
The people also said knowingly:
How do you know?
Fools who have never seen!
2000
SIMPLE WISHES
Give peace of mind,
Give purity, give whiteness.
Give love and mercy
Give mercy, give compassion.
Give fathers rest,
And enjoy the bus-whole,
Bless the mothers,
Give life and health.
Accept the boys,
Iman bergil salomat,
Give courage, honor,
Always give your breasts a mountain.
Give kindness to girls too,
Give pleasure, devotion,
More beauty
Give your happiness too.
Take refuge in the bosom of your neighbor
To those who love and are loved.
From lovers to friends
Give a shit, give a shit.
Enlightenment on the porches
From the love of the moon and the sun,
Give each house a cradle,
Divinity, give vigilance.
Whoever it is, pour it out
The share of sustenance,
From the pain of suffering
Have fun every moment.
Strengthen the ranks of friends,
Ahil etgil, alliance.
To the ranks of enemies
Give a single, give a scatter.
Why take a break,
We are all human,
Give justice to everyone,
Give yourself fear.
Turn the valleys,
Chopsin like lambs,
Climb the peaks,
Give snow, give dignity.
You applied, finally came
Homeland of flowers,
To the truth that will not go away
Give my hand a wish.
Now its to say
That there is in the world,
To my poetic hearts
Give it a whirl, give it a stain.
1998
ETERNAL NAMES
The name of Bukhara on the immortal Earth,
The name of Bukhari as long as he lived.
Mangu esaverar Termez ellari,
Toki light scatter Termizi.
He kissed the ground, what a border,
There is Hazrat Yassavi bar-Turkistan bar.
The rivers are eternally great,
Manguberdilari mangu Khorezm.
The glory of the great Temurkhan,
Shahrisabz, Samarkand-world awning.
They looked around the world
Gone Babur and Gone Mashrab.
Although they were Afghans to the sky,
They made the sky in the name of the Motherland.
The threads of faith from this unbroken land,
Until the slaughter of wisdom.
O soul of the head, spirit and memory, Motherland,
Great figures are alive, Motherland.
May your glory never cease,
May your name never be forgotten!
2000
MIR ALISHER
Navoi, the bell of life,
The color of greatness is Navoi.
A shining dark world,
Morning of the Turks Navoi.
The world is five centuries old,
Five-century-old Navoi.
An ocean has no beginning,
There is no end to it.
Let's hurry,
More and more new Navoi.
There is no end like the homeland
Eternal Navoi as homeland.
2000
SOUL
Heartbreak means heartbreak,
To tear means to stay in it again.
The heart is the endless longing,
A lifetime of joy means complaining.
Jami Yashar, Navoi Yashar,
The mind means to know these beings.
The heart is for love, for love,
If there is no love in it, it means to stay.
2000
FOUR
I got melodies from every heart in it
I took sabos from every cocaine, every flower.
I received a white blessing from the white mountains,
I received blessings from the great plane trees.
* * *
The rocks of the visible mountains,
He is the shadow of my ancestors.
High peaks reaching for the sky,
It is the ideas that rise as freedom.
* * *
May your homeland be clean,
May your son and daughter be alive.
Every tree that grows like a sultan,
May every flower that opens be a prince.
* * *
I have homeland within my homeland,
I have things that will never perish.
Termizis are my new treasures,
I have mines like the Bukharans.
* * *
Father, every word in this world is sold,
A stranger was sold and a friend was sold.
Goodness is your past life
The coat was worn out, worn out, worn out.
* * *
My half-towers are underground,
My flames are underground.
Your plane trees are on the ground, my friend
My plane trees are underground.
* * *
Graves are the silent narrations of the people,
The originals are proverbs of life.
Do not uproot the weeds,
These are grandparents ’beards.
2000
A MISS
Manguberdi on his birthday
(This will probably be an epic)
Roads built in Khorezm,
Roads will probably be global.
To a thousand and one ancestors who are home
Another thousand and one generations
The houses built that day
Dad will probably be the venue.
If you ask a grass,
Number of cuts from a hundred thousand spears.
The dew on the grass is shaking
The glory will probably be the ocean.
A land full of eternal melodies,
He says a word is full of tinsa.
Komiljon says he woke up
It will probably be forever empty.
In this case, every language is fully enlightened,
Every boy born is a world.
Feruz will be, Ogahi and yo
Omon Matjon will probably be.
There is a nostalgia — in the color of a flower,
The nets tremble in my heart.
This poem is also for my sisters
Probably a mujgon.
2000
QUESTION
Have you ever tasted freedom?
Have you been sucking sugar for so many years?
Almighty, Cholpon Fitrat eyes
Did you wake up once in a while?
Lolazor was the blood of Alar,
Have you been through this news?
There is no pain on your faces, no tears,
Or did you join and sell?
This sweet freedom, so bitter,
Have you ever tasted it?
1991
TO SHERALI JORAYEV
Ancient savts in my veins,
There was a burnt lover in the world.
I wake up in the middle of the night
My dear, the bushes sing in my busy schedule.
I scurry into the halls,
The song flashes in the air.
If you're on stage,
I'll be on the curtain.
Applause explodes like fountains,
Then the hall empties like the wind.
I go out like a garden again,
Sing, gazelle from my body until dawn.
Elga told stories from this hafiz,
Floodwaters are total lovers.
When I first shook my hand,
Triple songs like a flock of birds.
Pressing my face against the old devons,
I think the painful side of life,
Hafiz, when Navoi was alive
He put his coat on you.
1998
HOMELAND SONG
I love my country,
My soul is my homeland.
The stars are my eyes,
My heaven is my homeland.
My lashes are sheets,
The moon shines on the pages.
Stones are also weapons,
Homeland of light is my statement.
Mountain - Bukhara grandfather,
The garden is my spring grandfather.
Timur is my riding grandfather,
My kingdom is my homeland.
My patterned cradle,
My sunny door.
The song my father sang,
My dear homeland.
I have a lot of free intentions,
The dearest is Hürriyet.
Your honor is eternity
Honor is the glory of the Motherland.
My way is always bright,
My heart said this lion.
Homeland - thank you sister,
My motherland is Vatan.
1997
JILG'A
You join a valley, an ocean,
You join a trail, a pass.
In the world of your childhood, you are the King,
One day you will join the great worlds.
Seeing your broken tongues,
I thought of my years without language.
May Allah give you your bright ways,
You will join the wonderful times.
Between the broken eighties
One of my wings is lifeless, crippled, wounded,
Don't look at me, one wing is a refuge for you
If you look at me, you will join my dreams.
What sorrows have made you happy,
Who has missed these days enough.
The moon and sun served at your wedding,
Oh sun, join the heavens.
When did your ancestors see such a day?
The homeland has become the homeland again, understand, believe.
The target of the Timurid plane tree,
You will join the kings again.
If you are addicted to every drug, every drug,
If you are a tulip in your own field, in your own steppe,
If you are a polite, beautiful child,
You will join such poems and epics.
MEMORY OF THE COUNTRY
Tears welled up in my eyes,
A thorn entered my heel, a stone hit me.
The trails are rubbed on my knees,
The hills hit my feet.
The story of a hundred thousand gardens in each herd,
Planes are the staff of the heavens.
Mamasaid is my grandfather's obdast
He was anxiously waiting for her.
The tombs are in the evening,
The stars send bright wisdom.
The lions sniffed at the turf,
The Termezians dreamed, thought.
The language of grass, the body of water
How beautifully they understand the Motherland.
O shield of stainless swords,
Storms have learned the hair of vultures.
Listening to my insults,
A face came and burned my face.
When I say open, I can't open my eyes,
The swallows built in my shell.
1992
MASTER FIRST
I have been on a strange throne since childhood,
I have always been in agreement with the moon and the stars.
From cuttings, from white, saffron fields
I grew up picking saffron words.
I learned from unbroken straw,
From the coats of life.
I learned to read from the strange cotton walls,
I knew it was a rare regret and a rare reward.
My letter came from my mother's palm letters,
I found perfection in the taffeta of his palms.
His kindness became the eyes of my heart,
Homeland news became glorious words.
I learned from corn and grain,
From both puff pastry and puff pastry.
I learned my homeland from every plant,
From the ink of candles and basil.
The swallows served at my weddings,
I loved the poor and the rich respected me.
Moved to the heart of lifelong suffering,
Admonitions made by thoughtful, old vines.
I said to myself,
I learned the alphabet from your houses,
Every old man, every dusty spelling, my country,
Every stone, every maple mullah, my country.
1994
CHILDHOOD
I had a city, my friends,
My city had a clear sky.
My eyes remained in the clear sky,
My disappointment remained in my eyes.
My friends, I had a city,
The streets of my city were dusty.
The street is my hometown
The rest of an irreversible season.
My friends, I had a city,
There was a piece of meadow — green.
A period in a piece of meadow,
My green era is over, my friends!
Wasn't I drowning?
Who brought me out of the river?
There was a river, friends, right?
Friends, I did not find him in the world.
I had a tree, friends,
Hazons covered the ridges.
Words mixed with tears
Friends, is it the fruit of the tree?
WOOD ASK
Wooden chair, what have you seen in this world?
What have I seen in this world, a wooden chair?
At night you thought alone,
And my heart is empty.
My mother is in the light of the new moon
A letter written by my sister that I have not read yet.
What a saint in the light of the walls
My love is gone.
Where is the apricot that spilled gold over your head?
Where are the grapes my father planted?
The rains of the gloomy years will make you,
My face is buried in the ditches.
Here is a picture I took with my mother,
I didn’t even take pictures with my dad.
Life is rare? A momentary conversation only.
I didn’t even add any wisdom to this conversation.
When autumn comes, open the door to our yard,
What did you say to the sparrows?
I sighed and sighed and sighed and sighed and sighed.
I handed it over to a ruthless squirrel.
There is no childhood. No mysterious boxes,
Where are my spring hailstones?
Low-pitched music in the yard
Musichamas are my brother’s children.
The flowers that grew in it were scattered everywhere,
Did you think of them sadly?
One night the yard opened white
Is my sister's cherry blossom?
1995
LIFE IS SLOWLY BECOMING ASIAN
Life is slowly turning into a nightmare,
To the exhortation that goes like what I write.
Wherever I go, I look at it,
I bleached my own mother's hair.
When scratching the walls, the leaves wilt,
Why does my body tingle then?
Heart, heart, in what ways did I spill?
I finally enslaved you to my will.
This is my harvest,
Neither my wheat nor my straw?
When I look at the stars, a cold wind comes,
A hot flood is coming from my face right now.
The news is that the chorus is a mess
The autumn winds ask me for a place.
But where am I and where am I?
I'm stuck in a ditch.
The light of the moon falls from the tent,
In what circumstances did you send me to heaven ?!
1993
SHAME
For a moment I pour into the strings of the world,
I worry about myself, I think.
Oshi is not cooked in time,
What do I say early?
Life is two-sided before and after,
What I did was doubt.
For better or for worse,
What do I say early?
Goho I'm sad about the flower I love,
Sometimes I feel sad in my heart.
I'm sorry for the hand, I'm sorry for the hand,
What do I say early?
I have cherished the five worlds,
Maybe I rebuilt my house,
Did I please my single mother?
What do I say early?
Eternal garden of goodness
In this, the light of wisdom of the past.
My name is a leaf,
What do I say early?
I spilled before every king,
Every moment of life is about to say goodbye.
I am ashamed only before God,
What do I say early?
1997
YOUR LIFE
The moon will be replaced by lightning,
Your rivers will be replaced by floods.
One day there will be only earth around you,
The starry sky goes from your head.
Leaving your pink days behind,
Sometimes shining, sometimes shining like a sword.
After the hills, like a slave,
A carefree, carefree era is over.
Spring is slowly out of your hands,
From the path of the wise men.
When love is gone,
Go down the stairs to the top of the stairs.
Half a laugh without going between your eyes,
It is a pity that they have settled down.
Half blue, half yellowish dream
For example, a leaf will go away.
You suddenly sound like a mourner,
Write burning in mirage loves.
Triplets, ducks, geese,
Nolayu afghan in the blues will go.
I mourn for you at least,
Years will fall one day your father.
The icy wind blows your face,
The shield that covers your chest will go away.
Treasure-covered lawn,
Your gardens are a mountain that does not invite.
I don't understand you, you know,
The friend who told Mijgon will leave.
Blessed youth from the dew,
The youth that swallows grass and holds vale flowers.
A youth like the light of a sword,
At that moment the caravan left.
1992
WISDOM
Wisdom is neither a field nor a garden
And neither is in the queen's garden.
Neither towers nor porches, nor the soul
And neither is on the verge of youth.
Na shonu martaba, na molu dunyo
And what is in the leaves of the plane trees.
Wisdom is the anticipation of this world
Your father's grave is in the quiet soil.
1993
VISIT
This is the world of the dead,
Is it old, young or childish?
This is a tongue stain or or tulip,
What do you say to these wordless gestures?
To a bright palace called the world
Those who do not fit fit into one place.
Destiny gathers them all together,
The hustle and bustle of life.
Now they can't fix anything,
They do not understand the coming summer and winter,
They will never listen again
"Black Eyes" or "Suvora".
Whose son's wedding, daughter's wedding left,
An unfinished building or house remains.
Someone's dream has remained the same
He cares for his blood.
No one still knows this trade,
No one has ever died without knowing,
No one from that world has come yet,
Delete these phrases from the heart.
Fano is a building in which every tomb,
Not us, but the real victims.
Give patience to those who lie in it,
God, have mercy on the poor.
1998
DEDICATION TO MOM
The criterion is gone, gone, the brackets are gone,
There was a sound from the peach leaf.
This sasdin cracked the wall of the tongue,
My grandmother left, Fayz left the yard.
First the kashnich, the basil dried up,
Then the watering cans dried up.
The bees are completely free from this,
Mulberry bends, grows old overnight.
The grandchildren were in the military,
One in the east, one in the west of the world.
They returned. And my grandmother is still there
He must be crying in the grave.
Poor mom. It was a lifetime,
Sometimes it was the side, sometimes it was the side:
I can’t reconcile brides
All my life my heart has been bleeding.
My uncles interrogated me,
A lamp if their hearts are not lit.
The youngest is less than forty years old,
The average is older than the first.
Suddenly I was filled with grief at the unpleasant image,
The smell of Zach came from the oven.
A large courtyard resembling a wedding hall,
Suddenly there was silence before my eyes.
Now the moon cries at night,
The cup of uneaten tea cries.
To the wind that tossed the leaves
Joining the gray, the yard cries.
Now the water is muddy,
Turning mirrors over my head,
Turning the threads of sorrow,
The world revolves around my grandmother.
SPRING
You were the one whispering in the roots,
You were the one who shook the earth.
The spirit of angora changed overnight,
My pain is green, my sorrow is blue.
You took my life away from me,
Who says you are lost?
Spring, pushing him under the rock,
You are my freedom.
For four months darkness prevailed over me,
I spilled, my notebooks were up at night.
I'm glad you're here again,
You are the nasim that smells of Ravoch.
New veins to write a leaf,
It shimmers, it shimmers in the wood of the body.
You are my flower, my flower, my flower,
My pencil at night.
Spinach turned out to be a handful of green,
The swallow also came a little farther.
Each shade is at the edge of a nearby ridge
Turns into a lamb tomorrow.
You are the lightning that my mountains look at,
You're a drummer.
The world likes what you say,
The earth and the sky will be flooded.
Stone walls filled with soot,
Patients who recover slowly.
Only one leaf, only one rotten leaf
The months are just a bit of advice to me.
1991
THE POET WITH A BEAUTIFUL ERUR CRY
Jayron is also attractive with her child,
The emerald hill is amazing with tulips.
The girl is beautiful and graceful
With a new, aunt, aunt.
World Lovers, with a volley,
Nyson-rains, with hail.
The young man is adorned with honor,
The poet with a beautiful erur moan.
1994
CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT ME…
I can't live without you, this pen,
I can't live without this white notebook.
Every evening or morning I come and say "pirr"
An example of a dove landing in front of me.
Although the cells are not large,
The corridors are narrow though.
This house will mourn if I don't,
This house will never live without you.
A pair of wavy buckets in the hallway
One day if my fingers don't see,
They hugged each other
Beun cries unnoticed in the corner.
This suffering is my best friend,
Even if the years go by, they will not go away either.
Like an old, loyal dog
He is with me and will never leave.
Birds of a feather flock together
I've learned that desire is bad.
I will make him drink of my blood,
I will give you the grain of my eyes.
If I don't go one day, I'll be worried,
A thousand spots of ingrabon on the back of the needles,
The candles come to my window,
This garden will never live without me.
Grief suffers without me,
Anduh nights give me bitter tea.
I could live without it, however
Sorrows can never live without me.
1988
POETRY, YOU ARE ETERNAL
Poetry, you are eternal
Ranju is the way to hurt.
Dardu is in the desert
You are my outstretched hand.
The sky is clear since I was a child
I was shocked.
From both joy and sorrow
You are a wounded white smile.
Vomiq Uzro figoni,
Layli Majnun Armon.
What a heartbreak,
You're beautiful anyway.
As ancient as Yassavi,
Nasimi's nasimi,
Sometimes Mashrab, sometimes Hazini,
Sometimes you are Makhtumkuli.
Passed kings, ministers,
The guards went unnamed.
Osman Nasirlar,
You are dead forever!
I have only one voice,
I'm awake.
You told me maybe a dream,
Maybe fire, you smile.
1994
DASHNABAD POMEGRANATE
From the magical shores,
From merciless addresses
I passed, you me
Did you forget pomegranate?
I'm always bleeding,
I'm poor, I'm wasted
As a pomegranate, you are alone
Did you swallow Mung, pomegranate?
The night turns to dawn,
Then it turns into poison.
I swallow boys
Did you swallow, pomegranate?
Your flowers are sad,
Maybe your thoughts are disappointing?
I have a sore throat
It's all over the place.
What was life like?
My oyster years are coal.
Now in a sonic world
It's too tight.
You are so sad,
Stay tuned.
The flower is mine too
One day I decided to be patient.
I miss the maple,
My pain is endless.
If I put my heart into your horn,
A beautiful pomegranate blossom.
1991
WHERE CAN YOU FIND IT?
If you lose in the mountains, you will find in the stream,
You will find it in a beautiful, virgin place.
If what you are looking for is on Earth,
If you can't find it on the ground, you can find it on the moon.
Open your hearts to the poor first,
In poverty you will find fat.
What is the beginning and the end of man?
You will find meaning in water and mud.
What you lost, you waited for him
One day you will find one eyebrow in the bow.
If you don't find it, be brave, don't be sad,
You will find a word or a nay.
If you still can't find it, tell me, what can I do?
Where do you find what Bobur didn't find?
1996
IF THE BAND DOES NOT RETURN…
When your time is full of treasures,
The saffron of your mountains says goodbye.
Words hidden in the depths of your heart
If he does not return from the sound, return from the call.
This world is so helpless, strange,
The winds blew and turned yellow.
Do not walk everywhere looking for a cure,
Return from a nasim or sabo one day.
Every moment is an address, every moment is a journey,
Did you get the message from your mother?
Did you wake up one morning thinking:
When will this world come back from a dead end?
The deposit on the branch is the leaf of life,
Suddenly the shore is a life of fading.
Life is a lesson.
Return from a sin or a mistake.
If you leave the blues, youth-crescent,
If gossip is rife, be honest.
The question of the pain that fills your chest,
Return from a delicate island one day.
Life goes on. Lifetime year,
Brother, always do good.
If he does not return from the gang, believe, know,
Surely one day turn away from God.
1996
WHAT DO YOU NEED?
A flower needs a world from one heart,
One flower needs one flower alone.
A river needs a river of kindness,
What good is a dog if it doesn't have mercy?
Life is a precious blessing,
The place is clean and beautiful.
Nasims are navod, the leaves are ghazal,
What do you need wine for at a puberty party?
The air of silver and dice is in your colors,
What a sad throat, in your mouth,
O man, your account is on your forehead,
Why all this billing?
If you do not know the lesson of loyalty,
Unless anyone is volunteering to come up with a pretty template?
If there is no work of life in the mind,
Why does he need a hijab for beauty?
You are the light that shines on the water,
The hanging deposit is a lifetime button.
Unless you live in the way of truth,
What do you need this mirage for?
Sing a song of mourning from the world,
First of all, sweep the heart home.
Answer the question every day,
If you don't have a question, what is the answer?
1994
I GAVE IT TO GOD
Where are the pages of my spark,
At some point my powder remained.
For better or worse, one day passed,
I finally handed it over to God.
Do I have a reward or a sin?
Am I aware of this pain in my heart?
Do I have an honest witness tomorrow?
I finally handed it over to God.
As a child, my language became sweet.
Clear skies was my song.
My most loyal friend became my dog,
I finally handed it over to God.
The dream was as sweet as a handkerchief,
I have perished in the promise of the palace.
An angel burned my house,
I finally handed it over to God.
I envied my flower friend,
Did I insult him once inside me?
Bring him my skin,
I finally handed it over to God.
Let there be doubt, suspicion,
I can't do evil, not even bad.
He will target me,
I finally handed it over to God.
I am a fairy tale in the mouths of mourners,
Did I sew eyes on the way to come?
What kind of crop will I plant?
I finally handed it over to God.
I live every moment as a mother of the soul,
One day… crying friends called me,
He said, "O Siraj, where is your soul in your body?"
I finally handed it over to God.
1995
NO ONE CAN BE FOUND
Brother, what is a cup in hand, a tear in the eye?
What is the lone head in the trades?
What is advice? Argument is rare?
The gate of Fano will never close,
The world is found, man is not found.
Brother, love is spring, let it be,
This flood of emotions is a river, pass.
Sometimes it's a mistake to give up, by the way,
The buds of hope do not always open,
The world is found, man is not found.
Brother, make your life spacious,
What a pain, what a cure,
It's a dream, don't worry,
Not every tongue can shine like a lion,
The world is found, man is not found.
Brother, why is the world complaining?
Why is this an endless, sad story?
Life itself is a great grace.
This is the most perfect byte of the past:
The world is found, man is not found.
1985
REFERENCES
From time immemorial, mankind has struggled with land and rivers.
The sky roars, the moon roars
Careers, places:
To sit in the place of a slave.
Mankind deserves true generosity,
Virtue is reconciled with knowledge and wisdom.
From time immemorial, mankind has struggled:
To lift the coffin of the slave.
Remember these two situations,
Cry in your ways of life.
Why the coffin and the coffin,
Grab your own meaning.
2000
SON AND DAUGHTER
Stay in this world anyway,
As a word, as an eye:
May my son be born from my love,
My daughter born from Hijra.
Like a healthy, alert boy
Tinim is a harmony in an unknown language.
In front of my eyes like a girl
Disappointed hijranim.
1999
KNOWN GAP
Our great poetry and generosity,
Enough hostility and resistance.
This world, that world is our pattern:
Our good name will remain good.
We were in the crib last night,
Throughout the house, we were at the door,
Why are we leaving? Why did we come?
Our good name will remain good.
The moon, the sun,
Both Oshi and his head are always controversial.
The hard work and gratitude of life is stoned,
Our good name will remain good.
Flowers of longing, fresh flowers,
Where are the people who planted them?
Monuments on our white faces,
Our good name will remain good.
Even if we fly in the skies
Or as dust, even if we swallow it,
Even if we do not see the good in the world,
Our good name will remain good.
2000
SPRING BRIDGES
Bees landing on flowers,
Until the flower sucks on the lip,
Two musicians on a cherry branch
Until they come and ask each other,
Taking kisses from the eyebrows,
Imagine long lashes,
Until a drop of perfume spreads,
Spring-inspiring bridges.
There is an immortal chaman in the world - Vatan,
So the rest is temporary.
Spring bridges - kind devotion,
Spring bridges are love.
2001
COME AND GO
Look at the world in the morning: the valleys are smooth,
The tops of the glistening mountains are foggy in the evening.
Where are your foals and your slaves?
What you see is yours, and what you do not see is doubt.
Have you seen the market of this world as a human being?
Did you see the pain and suffering?
Did you get up in the morning and go to the grave of your horse?
What you go to is yours, and what you don't go to is doubtful.
Come and play, travel or visit,
The way of life consists of hard work.
Have you built a bridge or a building in your heart?
What you build is yours, and what you don't build is doubtful.
Look around you, make your way consciously,
If you have eyes, know that your motherland, your hand.
Bergil, believe in him, be kind, be kind,
What you give is yours, and what you do not give is doubtful.
2000
LOVE
Love is my past, my present,
It is my fire, my smile, and my dust.
On these roads I will finally shed one day,
Love is the knot in my heart.
I couldn't untie this knot, I couldn't untie it,
I couldn’t cross the rivers you thought.
Love melts me,
Then it grows into a flower.
I was left alone, willow,
I'm crazy, get the message, I'm in a difficult situation.
Love is my skin,
The star is my burning moon, the moon is my weeping heart.
My clear stream, soaked in the sand,
If a tulip grows in the sand, catch me.
Love is my nyson washed shirt,
I thought, I thought, until I died.
It is my garden where the sun has set the beds,
He is the stain on my chest, he is the stain.
Love is my only light,
Close to the heart, but far from the eye.
I wish I could take my step,
Let me put an end to this trade at once.
Love is my never-ending pain,
It is my witness, my sin, my reward.
My heart will go on like this all my life,
O my rosy brethren,
Love is your bright smile, keep it,
It is your beautiful property, take care of it.
1991
Industry
You didn't put a dot in your heart,
Tell me, what's wrong with your eyes?
What's the secret between the eyebrows?
And to me there is neither heaven nor earth.
Mujgons are also secret groups,
Are they partners in a conspiracy?
What is the state of the trembling of the earrings,
Nadin cries are the entanglements in the zulfs?
1993
ON THE WEDDING EVENING
The world is sad, say "Yor-yor",
O my eyes.
I died of "Yor-yor",
“I will rise from the dead.
There was no white smile on the black night
The bride's dress.
Armon was a property
His nozu ibosi.
The world is sad, say "Yor-yor",
O my eyes.
I was also crushed for a moment
Give it to the dead.
Let your eyes shine,
Flowers on your lips.
It will be solved gradually
Heartbreaks.
The world is sad, say "Yor-yor",
O my eyes.
I miss you so much
Sort again.
Last month years
I know it’s a dream.
Give me your neck,
I make a point in my heart.
The world is sad, say "Yor-yor",
O my eyes.
Harvest from your hair
Wrapped in dreams.
To the stars in the middle of the night
It's hard to speak.
My sherry won’t stay, though
The rest is up to you.
The world is sad, say "Yor-yor",
O my eyes.
I died of "Yor-yor",
Resurrect from "Yor-yor".
1991
YOR YOR
Peach leaves lose their color,
There are white, moonlit mornings in our yard,
Youth is like a wedding.
When you come, we will be heartbroken.
WEDDING
Today, Gul's departure is over,
The cries of the trumpets are gone.
Rose cries in the carriage, around,
The mourning of the yangs is going on.
In this case, the grandfather's shoes,
Her grandmother's remains are gone.
The yard stays, the water stays, staring at the water
Dreams are running out.
The vines of the mother house,
Bending and groaning are going away.
Rose cries in the car, does not know Rose -
A world of world affairs is going on:
His mother's eighteen years of burning,
His father's burns are going away.
1990
ZILOLAHON, DON'T GIVE UP
Have a nice boil,
Zilolahon, don't worry.
Looking for activities in my life,
Let the squirrels sing in your hands.
Over the years, I've come and gone,
Now it's my turn to say hello.
The full moon in my house,
The death of cups and teapots.
The songs were also created in pairs,
Yalla says shining bowls.
When you swim, you touch the tea,
Zilfmi or open tongue lock.
Wrapping your hair in the night with a handkerchief,
You are a stone, you build from rice.
Have a nice boil,
Zilolahon, don't worry.
Why am I complaining now,
Break the bread out of the oven while you wait.
Praise be to my God,
Take henna to you from the markets.
Adolescents are a flower, smoking toil,
Thanks to your parents.
I'm gone now, I'm in pain,
I take the tumors from the market to you.
These eyes are also on the faces,
Let your houses be filled with boys and girls.
Have a nice boil,
Zilolahon, don't worry.
2000
A VARIOUS FLOWER
What kind of flower is this? What kind of flower is this?
Sometimes it's snowing, sometimes it's a flower.
When I tell him my leaves,
Give me the leaves.
He is tall, with a golden flower on his neck,
By the way, the sheep is a golden flower.
If I force him,
Give me your dice.
There are rays on the forehead,
There are stops in the bag.
If I complain to him,
Give me dewdrops.
Parishon holu from my garden
From my burning breath,
When I say patch on my heart,
Give me the leaves.
Judokas,
Free in my garden today.
If I tell him my debts,
Give me the barn.
In the middle of the night,
Sometimes calm, sometimes a flood of flowers.
If I tell him my troubles,
Give me your lips.
1990
LAKE OF MEMORIES
It's a cocaine
It doesn't move.
If you throw stones, the water of the lake
It doesn't move.
The star does not shine,
The sky does not reflect,
The rays are like fish
Does not dance in the water.
It's scary,
The sleep of the lake.
It sinks in here
Years of sleep.
Only the nights have sunk
The moon is floating,
Occasionally it appears
A gold ring.
1989
DON'T SEE, DON'T BURN
I do not see, I do not burn,
Even if you are not satisfied.
Needles from eyelashes,
Turn around, shirt burners.
Tola hair yarn aylabon
Sew my eyes.
If I follow the path of piety,
If I lose heart,
If I sacrifice myself,
If I'm ruined,
Spin the grain
Plant it in my grave.
1991
HAJR
Pure dreams like Nyson's flower,
Free winds born with me.
The beiz left today is lost
Which is in the gorges of a mountain.
Now that the flower is in the left heart,
It is a grassy, ​​enlightened, beautiful story.
A benomu target that has remained young
Between some mijgons.
1992
OY
At night, when the leaves are thin,
When the pains in the tongue clot,
The moon came to my gloomy window again,
The moon has come, have you tried on the roads?
Essiz, the season when my love blossomed,
Why is the moon so sad?
I knew the stains, mine too
Are there any spots on my chest?
1992
BLACK ZULFING BLACK
Black zulfing made black
From day to night,
Let the heat of the heart come
Both my night and my days.
Years if the celestial stone
If it is flour,
Let your name resound
Both me and them.
1993
LET YOUR FIRE SAY
How are you?
Let your humility tell.
My sad treasure
Let your flower say.
Which ones in the desert
This news was not burned,
That I am gray, lolaruh,
Let your campfire tell.
1989
O PARIVASHS
O caregivers, you have come,
You have come so cruelly, so eloquently.
In this case, the thin cake is a soul ring,
You've come to the right place.
This is the insecurity of love,
Yellowing is also a treasure,
How much color is straw,
And you came in colorful and flowery.
John feasts for months with hazing candles,
You will come with grief and sorrow.
Filled tongue leaves with dew,
When did you become aware of this?
The grass between the bodies,
If I get caught, the whole thing will burn.
O baloyu gam, ey ranju sitam,
You were canceled when I was that young man.
1991
DISAPPOINTMENT
All who walk in this bright world,
They have half gold, half gold,
Cypress idols, flower charms -
No one counted on my heart.
They have winters, not summers,
They have teeth at the base of their eyes,
They even have things in mind -
No one counted on my heart.
Was it a house or an apartment?
Or was it an open suitcase?
Oh, what a neat place it was!
No one counted on my heart.
O angel, pray for a thousand years,
Build buildings that kill a thousand times,
My heart bleeds, you henna,
No one counted on my heart.
Mom, your color is so broken!
The hail buds in the yard are broken,
A reed in my chest is broken.
No one counted on my heart.
There is less rest, more pain,
The flames of light are ashes, dust,
Like a leaf that comes out of a well
No one counted on my heart.
1992
THE LIGHT OF THE MOON WILL SPREAD TO THE SAYHANS
The moonlight spreads to the tourists,
Go through the roofs and then to the porches.
The bridesmaids on the porch
Why look at the skies in despair?
These awnings never left my sight?
Months, years stopped, as if it had not passed.
Heart, your beautiful stain is not finished,
Why did you become so friendly to your dreams?
I am the boy who entered the dreams of the world,
My chest hurts.
O world, leave your mercy,
Thou hast led me to the pilgrims.
How many dreams will come true,
The ridges will be ridges, the ridges will be flat ridges.
O heart, one day your tegra will be basil,
I have nothing to do with my basil that day.
1992
CHAP
From the stars comes the distant scent of love,
The earth and the sky are saying goodbye, the time of farewell is coming.
O heart, shaylan, spring is over, autumn is coming,
Sorry, what season is this, what is this new meaning?
Mysteries in the depths of the worlds sleep like a baby,
The glistening of the dewdrops is like an inexhaustible intelligence.
The approach of an army is like a fall,
The gardens tremble and the rivers tremble with his breath.
The eagle in the mountains, they say, the brother of the boy's heart,
Let every soul have its own kind munis.
If there is pain, if the mother of youth,
To which mountains will they go and weep, and to whom will the moon claim?
On the nights when the moon speaks to the mighty rocks,
The heart of the lover burns again in those ancient mung,
The hills of the insane are still stained with blood,
Don't get rid of these stains, turn your blood into henna.
What is the beauty of this ayam, a rare commentary?
Next to it is a green shore, this side is a saffron,
It is neither clear nor clear,
There are no worries in the game, no trades in the game.
What to expect in the distance, what to slaughter now?
The friends of youth will now ask you for consent.
Fruitful orchards, where is your harvest?
By comparison, they will be your friends only in the desert.
Let a lone star stare between the leaves,
Let your tents be torn down,
One day my heart will be silent like a treasure,
Meaning from the world without finding wisdom in its origin.
1992
A LIFE I HAVE NOT LIVED
In the depths of distant experiences
Suddenly there was a shout of roads.
In the bosom of the screams of the roads
A man who walks away from me.
Grief in the dim shadows,
He leaves without a soul, exhausted.
It is love, a feeling of dissatisfaction with me,
He's young, he's going to throw stones at me.
In the depths of distant experiences
He is a consciousness I have not seen.
In the bosom of the screams of the roads
It is a life I have not lived.
1978
English
Both sides of this river are shallow,
Thin, the path is narrow.
The melody of this trade is a thousand years old,
How thin is this river?
In mourning, I mourn, thin.
Did you fly on the wings of swallows?
Did you hear Bellaringno tolxivich?
Have you fallen out of the deer’s eyes?
How do you get to your waist, thin?
In mourning, I mourn, thin.
Do I remember the harmony of this world?
Can I leave you, thin, yacht?
Can I have a horse with thin legs?
How can I take you, thin?
In mourning, I mourn, thin.
Thin, one day flower buds,
They are thin enough to kill me in the end.
A friend and a half have been telling stories for thousands of years,
How do I get out of this world, thin?
In mourning, I mourn, thin.
1995
TO YOU
When a stream flows through your yard,
When the sun passes over your shoulders, when the moon passes.
If your eyebrows pass an eternal bow bow
If the cypress tree is just,
Would your unfulfilled heart ever be filled?
If the stars serve you,
When the oceans dry up and fill up for you,
If the flowers smell of you,
If you have a street,
Would your unfulfilled heart ever be filled?
When the doors are opened with joy,
Cradles that make your home cramped,
The songs they want to sing,
Your daughter and son, who saw you screaming,
Would your unfulfilled heart ever be filled?
The winds lock your black locks,
Take possession of your beauty while eating,
Happiness and happiness
If it doesn't turn yellow, your face will never turn yellow.
Your heart will never be filled.
When friends come and greet me that day,
If they cut my throat and make a flute,
If they all play in a row,
If there are rumors, your son's wedding,
Would your unfulfilled heart ever be filled?
1993
THOUSANDS OF TIKO IDOLS
Idols riding "Tiko",
Your face is rum.
Pause for a moment and see:
Spring is over.
Like a deer's dream
Fun, penmanship too.
Your Tiko is like the wind
Even youth that will pass away!
LEARN
To live in a beautiful, attractive world
Learn from kindness.
Take a look at everything at once
Learn from the grace of the sun.
What is the secret in your heart?
See what a wonderful destiny spring is.
It is the same for stones and stones,
Learn from the freedom that spring brings.
Speak, O wise barno,
Flowers in the garden of love,
Layla, Mad Desert Passed,
Learn from the silence they have reached.
Five evening winds melt the youth, too
Why are rose petals wet?
Nechuk state erur life, nechuk grief?
Learn from the wisdom of life.
Life is sometimes a stone, sometimes a scraper,
He asks for both the one who loves and the one who burns.
A pair of swallows coming to your ceiling
Learn from the suffering you suffer.
I wish you happiness from Allah,
Stay away from evil and sin.
The symbol of devotion is from the Messenger of Allah
Learn from inherited love.
2000
SMALL YOUR HAIR
Crush your hair,
This world is like a proverb.
There is no dream pattern,
There is no end to the pleasant pattern.
Crush your hair,
This world is like a parable.
One look is slavery,
It's a sight to behold.
Crush your hair,
This world is like a grass.
We have wet eyes,
We have dew on the grass.
Crush your hair,
This world is like a gazelle.
In a byte I am a chorus,
In a byte, you are hard.
This world is like a proverb,
Where are the madmen?
Shred your hair,
Well, I'll drive too.
1992
FUNNY
To the castle that was not built in my mind
It's funny when I build a wall out of sand.
To my line that has not yet been created in my heart
It's funny when I line up the rhyme.
If I take the oven to the roof
When I grafted figs on the handkerchief.
Riding a lazy, long-haired mule
It's funny when I race a horse.
Adam and Eve
He created and gave oppression.
A mistake I made when I was eighteen
It’s funny when I repeat at forty.
I forgot how many friends I lost,
I've been through a lot, too.
If I'm disappointed in the human race,
It's funny when I make friends again.
How many candles have I lit,
My eyes are so hard, my sorrows.
Gone are my sweet days, my moments,
It's funny when I say sweet words again.
Someone's coat, someone's bare boots,
The world is always a mess.
His wife is a strange woman,
It’s funny when I reveal this.
What can I do to calm this tongue?
Forget that beautiful flower sunbul.
A sleepy, dark and fat nightingale
It's funny when I wake up saying lions.
1997
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SHEPHERD
My dear, my dear robe,
You always knew what was going on in my head.
When left open, my right or left side,
You did not leave alone — you became a friend, a companion.
You didn't take a breath from me
On my hardest, most secluded nights.
Sometimes you are my bed, sometimes my pillow,
Sometimes you walked on my shoulders.
I was not lucky though
With my friends and with my peers.
How many times with your kind sleeves
You hung around my neck and cried sadly.
To whom have I entertained beboj, bekhiroj,
A thorn or a stone came out of his sheep.
Don't let go of yourself, open your arms,
The most open, grateful beggar in the world!
One day spring will come white and hofarmon,
My heart is like a river in the mountains.
Then I will look at you with joy and bearmon,
I'd like a bouquet of flowers.
These nights begin with the moon, the mist,
Venus from the sky Zuhro, Cholponim.
Wait till the world stops, survive,
My dear friend, my dear robe!
EXPLORING THE COUNTRY

I did not learn the homeland from gold,
I didn't learn it from hur or pari.
The lines of the palms are the letter as well
Wrinkles were my map.
In these letters I saw the first homeland,
I learned the Homeland from my own mother.
Their eyes were kind,
Oyu became the example faces of the sun.
My body grew, filled,
Homeland news became great words.
I was standing under his eyebrows,
I learned the Homeland from these eyes.
I didn't learn it from Nokas, I
I didn’t learn it from foreign muscles.
Name, I learned it from debts,
I learned it from John Khas.
I used to walk on deer trails,
I learned the Homeland from the trails.
Heavens above my head,
The herbs I took from my heart,
Inks from basil ink.
I took eyes from the springs, glances,
I also wore a flower,
I learned the Homeland from herbs.
From the bar that has always been dear to me,
From the moment I crawled out of my cradle,
From old age to old age,
I grew up remembering your hard work.
I learned like a cuckoo,
I learned the Homeland from the owners.
The value of a loaf of bread is known to a thousand people,
I took a class when I drank water.
In the languages ​​of the nightingales, this teaching,
You are a teacher, you are an eternal teacher.
I built my homeland from proverbs,
I learned the Motherland through hard work.

MILL

Grinder, black coat miller,
El's backpack, bags
you are a shepherd, a miller.
From the beams of the mill
water flows, floods flow,
Sooner or later a hand will flow towards you, a hand will flow towards you.
Now the grandfather, the miller,
Huzur Bobo, a miller, who always earns from halal food.
Your black robes are white to him,
Inside the mill is Hizr Bobo, a miller.
Rotary mill,
The millstone turns.
The sky is also a mill,
The oyster turns into the sun.
Mankind is also frozen,
Barley, wheat -
Between the mill of the wheel
As you grow older.
When there is a black cloud in the sky,
Dashtu will die on the shore.
When there is a white cloud in the sky,
The wheat is ripe and becomes bread.
He helped me, miller,
My father went to wheat, a miller.
My long-awaited longings have reached the moon,
My childhood went into the shadows.
Then he did not come from the stream,
My father did not come from wheat, a miller.
In the winds the ears of corn kiss the ground,
In the mornings the smell of my father comes from the wheat field.
And the straw in the sky
seemingly crushed,
The straw way is like sprinkling a lot of flour.
Gone are the centuries or seasons - Twentieth,
Where did the miller go, miller?
The sky is wide with thunder and lightning,
One night tremors
took the mill,
The mill tore from my heart.
Years passed. The floods passed.
Who forget, miller.
I look up at the sky:
A white cloud floating around is a miller.

SHE'RU GHAZAL

Jum'aniyoz Jabbor bobo,
come with poetry ghazal,
If every suxan flower is snow,
Come with honey in the flower.
Poetry is beautiful in every way
incomprehensible
If he encounters it on the road,
come with a beautiful “sick”.
The heart of the people of poetry is a pipe,
some thought deeply,
Weight loss will be followed by fatigue and constant tiredness.
come with sand or gravel.
Water flows into the river from time immemorial,
the rich look at the rich,
You are a Mashrabsifat to this
or come with the poor.
Sleepless Poetry,
unstoppable poetry,
Jahdin ani accelerated jahdin
Come on in, take a look.
Winter has passed, poets nihon,
still does not bud,
Rain and floods,
Come with the bearer of pleasure.
Fire is burning Fire,
Where is a pure tongue or flower?
Life without persecution,
Come with “Zarbulmasal”.

AFRICAN

Is it heaven or Asia -
Afro-white, Afro-white,
Obi siyohmi yo Siyob -
Afro-white, Afro-white,
The pain in my soul is a cocaine,
an army that can kill me,
Is it history or darkness -
Afro-white, Afro-white.
Nasim, equal to the world,
a name that equals the universe,
My Sultans -
Afro-white, Afro-white.
It has the color of paradise,
every brick has a dawn,
Nuro ziyo sahrosi yo -
Afro-white, Afro-white.
Flour from Mazi -
Your love, your love,
Do you like it?
Afro-white, Afro-white.
The crescent moon's mourning,
You are the beauty of the East,
Open your face creature -
Afro-white, Afro-white.
You are the word of the world,
both Europe and Asia,
Eurasia, Eurasia -
Afro-white, Afro-white.

THE STRAWMEN

Not surprisingly, early in the day a poet brother,
On the way to the Milky Way while writing poems.
Abdulla Oripov
Teachers are so - called humble slaves,
Dreams sought from the soil.
We have conquered on our own,
Dusty poetry skies.
We are walking on straw roads
We smile from the celestial constellations.
Don't even ask Zuhra in heaven,
Sometimes we whine and sometimes we smile.
The full moon, though, gave us tea,
We turned the cloud into a bed.
We went upstairs in a position:
We turned the word into hay.
Those who dig into the ground,
They are also devoted to poetry.
Teachers gather the grain of the Word,
We're just carrying straw.

 

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