The lake lay on the mountains,
The winds are blowing.
A boy, his eyes blazing,
One day he appeared on the beach.
Zilal, who aspires to the horizons
Stick to your eyes,
I was amazed for a moment lol,
I was amazed for a while.
Rest in peace, rest in peace
The boy looked at the blue lake.
A sigh flew from his lips,
A wish fell on his heart.
He bent down and plucked the pearls
Slowly threw into the blue lake.
An instant glistening on the surface of the water,
Appeared in a clear bouquet.
He shot again, again… step by step,
Dust scattered like a star.
The lake shook, the boy stoned,
Forget the sentence world.
A roaring wavy world
Embracing his imagination.
If you look at it for a while, you will see
Inside the lake, water flowed from the waist.
He was exhausted and refreshed
The boy threw in the waves.
If he swims, he is lucky,
If it sinks, a selfless soul…
1964
NIGHT CHORLES
Night - black eyebrows, barno bride,
To the insatiable nourishment of my eyes.
The night is full of flowers,
I'd like to have a massage.
The hand of light made me drunk,
I wanted to be a breath of flowers,
May my mercy be revealed
I take a step back.
The moon is shining, the stars are shining,
The laughter in front of me at night.
Is it enough to say a word,
What if I worship Jamal?
I walk, run beautiful night,
But to the embrace of the gestures.
From the rays - the beauty is pink,
From the horizons - the golden belt…
I walk, run beautiful night,
But the opening is a mysterious twist.
All the way to calling me
Shade foundation…
A new fusun at every step,
New sensitivity, new expression.
The owner of the night,
Is there a rose in the world?
The moon shone in my eyes,
I have not had a night without getting drunk.
He will go far away,
I have no rest until morning.
Surrender to the light of dawn,
I'm on a mysterious beach -
Silent as if following a trail,
Termulaman, in a heart of nostalgia.
A flower on his shoulder, the sky on his head,
A beautiful, elegant, surmakash,
Ishvayu imo in the eyes,
Put me in the arms of the chorus…
1964
UZBEKISTAN NIGHT
If a cloud covers my thoughts,
If my hopes remain,
If silence surrounds my heart,
Sabbath in my soul if it is done;
The pain of living busy,
If the cold district envelops me,
The bitter market of hot sorrow,
If the imagination drags me to regret,
At that moment, with pity,
You don't have to lean on the old,
Uzbekistan night over your head -
Whisper in my ear, then…
At that moment, my body straightened like a plane tree,
My heart is pounding.
Familiar since childhood, turquoise sky
My head was pounding with pity.
It will be a wonderful ride with my soul,
A night of miracles that will shelter me.
I'm fascinated by it, but
Who is he in love with? Who is she charming?
The splendor and beauty of this country is one by one
Dedications to the nights are hot days.
These are the countless dreams of my people
Millions of stars scattered in the sky.
There is no end to the imagination, clear horizons
Tells the imagination of my people on the horizon.
Dice to the horizons of the full moon,
It symbolizes the Uzbek feeling.
A gift from my genius nature to my people
Will magic measure the industry?
This is a man who has seen the beauty of the nights
It's amazing if he can't go home.
Love per sale,
As long as you live, you will be blessed,
Layla, who cuts her pain at night,
Seeking Happiness at Night Majnun…
Pleasant mudraydi treasure soil,
He is depressed at every moment.
At the moment, in the middle of the garden
Alisher's sweet heart
This step is a ghost… dear mother
Like the star of a lifetime of tole.
To the observatory next to the stars
Proud sultan Ulugbek…
The horizon that stretches from horizon to horizon,
Embracing rivers, drowsy oasis…
Uzbekistan night, you are a donkey
The great deity worshiped by Beruni!
An appeal to the spirit of the great ancestors
The bright head of the mountains in the middle of the night.
Huv, this tob that flows in a lonely spring
Poor Furkat's humiliating tears…
A sweet sigh once in the air,
Sometimes the wing writes a painful oh.
The past and the future are like a breeze
Nozli rubs her hair at night, but -
A lamp flickers in a quiet window,
A little girl in her mother's arms.
That's when you have sweet dreams
Baby master of Uzbek soil…
Tin on the head, like a mother,
Even the night makes him smile.
I also dream of writing,
This baby is dizzy every moment.
Ancient Bukhara shines
Beautiful Fergana shines.
Oh, this sweet opportunity, this beautiful asno
Wake up your innocent star, mother!
Wake up, the velvet is full of night terms,
Breathe in and out with endless surur.
Uzbekistan night over your head
If you whisper in his ear, then…
1965
SUWAYDO
In the main dictionary of the great Navoi
Ne-ne concepts pinhonu appear.
That universe is in words
The sign also comes with a word - suvaydo…
Breastfeeding in the middle of the heart,
Black dot sucking is a hot spot.
The calligraphy is as thorough as the letter,
Who is a liar, who is a liar.
If he is born with a disease, he is ugly.
Born out of greed, it is the salt of life.
If he is born out of desire, he will suck a hole.
Born out of jealousy - a black pipe…
If he is born in Hijrah, will he be bloody?
Born of desire - a painful pupil.
Will it always be as alive as the eye,
Always open to the world like the eye…
The truth is,
Faith also depends on it.
Religion sucks wounds from it,
Since then, faith in the rainbow…
When people say someone is great,
Perhaps he took this aspect into account.
When we say "burn in Khusrav's chest" -
Saadi considered the waterway an honor *.
Hey man, good luck on your way,
From time immemorial to man.
Now it's just:
Which water is in your heart?
Like a burning candle or a torch,
Awake to the burning pain in your chest.
But when you're in the middle of nowhere,
Do you burn my country, my homeland?
How many problems did you burn,
Sooner or later you will solve the problem.
Burning with the desire to live, however,
Have you ever been burned for my hand, for my tongue?
I couldn’t ignore you.
I'm not unworthy of your pain, man.
My heart is crazy too, maybe
I also have water in my heart…
What’s so significant about a goat’s head? ”
What kind of pain is this?
When my brother buried his son,
Maybe that's the stain.
A friend also cries in front of the sucking habib,
There are tears on my face.
In front of a lost stranger
I also bowed and cried…
Suvaydo lives in souls absolutely,
Maybe he came with us, he will go with us.
Courage is reflected in Suvaydo - the truth,
But ignorance is also reflected in it.
I walk in the evenings full of thoughts,
I will have a star in my head.
Every time I looked at him,
Transparent breast - black water do
1979
* Sheikh Saadi: “Everyone should be proud of something in that world. I am proud of this Turk (poet Khusrav Dehlavi) with a burn on his chest. ”
MY LITTLE POEM IS MY DILPORAM From the category
* * *
One day of my life is in front of me,
My little poem is my dilporam
The morning dawned, the evening kissed him,
Joy in one bar, sorrow in another.
If you are sad, my joy is salvation,
If you're happy, take it, I've given up my grief.
Be my wing, be your wing,
I am your sympathizer, my sympathizer.
* * *
The ground that keeps silent looking at the sky,
Looking at the earth, the sky is silent.
How much content in the silence of heaven,
How much fertilizer in the silence of the earth…
If it is blue, it is high, perfect,
It is wise to keep silent.
Take a moment to look at yourself,
Keep quiet and look at the world…
* * *
The child laughs with tears in his eyes,
Inspiration is like a captive poet.
The poet also looked at the bright world
With the child's clear eyes.
These two worlds are amazingly magical:
Joy in a moment, sorrow in a moment
Someone is looking for fun, finds meaning,
Someone tells a dream and tells a dream…
* * *
"Fate, why did you make me human?"
A hundred marks of joy and sorrow on my chest.
"I gave you consciousness with all my heart,"
Know what lust is, what an animal is.
"Fate, why did you make me a guest?"
I can't go like a flash of lightning.
"I gave you a measured life,"
Know what love is, something human…
* * *
They burned you, they sold you,
How many times did they swear to you?
And yet they themselves were drenched in blood,
And yet they found themselves eliminated.
And you are still stable in the world,
Sobitsan, justifying your patriotic honor.
I wonder if you look at the visitors,
Remembering the departed…
* * *
A fire broke out in a garden.
The plane trees collapsed.
When the wind blows and the fire burns,
A young sapling covered in fire…
Sweet dreams come to life Y
Mature tree sucking… oh beautiful dream!
Birds of paradise scurrying in the beginning
It's as if the golden fruit is drowning…
* * *
A man called the beauty of the universe
He came into the world only as an individual.
But one day the hairdresser became a guard,
Heartburn then pain…
The so-called beauty of the universe,
Live bravely, just be brave.
Then, even if you scatter, it may be gard,
Then even if you burn it, it will be a pain…
* * *
The old house was destroyed… spilled into the ravine,
Stone bribes are like a wounded bird.
It sounded like thick dust
A voice said, "Hey, careless man!"
Don't worry, I'm sorry for every stone,
Who says your dust in me.
Today, you bury the bepisand, but,
But one day you can dig again…
* * *
A bird cries at the bottom of the stump,
His little heart was full of sorrow.
What a wonder, a drop of tears
The world seems to be drowning in age…
A bird rejoices at the bottom of the gorge,
His little heart was full of joy.
Surprisingly, a drop of light curtain
The world is flooded with light…
* * *
Your love is a cup of water to me,
My lips are dry and I am thirsty.
If I don't drink it is juice, if I drink it it is bitter,
Show yourself salvation, lead the way yourself.
Ishqing is a beautiful mountain stream,
Otsam - dilporaman, otmasam - dilxun.
My dear, your love is a strange sorrow to me.
If I smoke - I'm a trader, if I don't smoke - I'm crazy…
ONE NIGHT
One night the house of my heart was happy,
The nightingale read, and the ant was a gazelle,
That night Mahvash was my guest,
Wow, I mean mahvash, he was alive.
Wow, I mean, she's crazy edi
It was a mountain, like a dream at the top of a mountain
It was empty, it was empty,
I would slaughter, I would slaughter, I would be full,
And he was a handon, a handon.
One night Mahvash was my guest.
Wow, I mean mahvash, he was alive.
Starry in the beginning, clear sky,
At the foot was the wavy Zarafshan.
An angel staring at the moon,
His eyes were stern, stern.
One night Mahvash was my guest,
Wow, I mean mahvash, he was alive.
Heaven was our abode,
Our thoughts were dreams,
Two tongues burning in the fire with light,
It was a time full of light and fire.
One night Mahvash was my guest,
Wow, I mean, she's crazy edi
THE SPRING OF MY LIFE IS LEFT…
The rest of my life is on the path of the past,
Drops of light Drops of tears on the burning leaves…
My joy is hidden in the dewdrops,
My secret sorrow is in the stain.
Drops of light fell on my head, the star burned,
I kissed the inspiration drop in the bud tremble.
Intoxicated, my heart rested for a moment, my dreams flourished,
Otherwise in the bright lightning of the season.
I added my feelings to the floods, the river flowed,
Oh, I found myself wandering on the shore.
O Jamal, the summer is over, the spring of your life is over,
In the heat of a couple's one-kiss kiss…
QADAH
A glass of water, like a stork in a young barn,
Ham chekar mehri — vafodin ahi vovaylo qadah…
So you're in the party, you're drunk, I think,
An example of human life is a glass full of light.
The morning is a lab-jam, and the evening is a full moon.
Day is a lonely glass, night is a lonely glass.
Every moment is a glass, my friend.
Sometimes we are happy, sometimes we are sad…
For whom grace is a glass, and glory is a glass for whom.
Manga charming poem and inspiration, Savti Nasrullo - a glass!
So drunk at the party of life - I say, but, no, I say,
Suddenly, with a twinkle in his eye, he opened his eyes.
Nozi dildor - a glass, a glass - rozi dil,
But the word of teachers is a real glass, an excellent glass.
He was a glass, who was awake, he was awake,
Hudnisand was drunk but turned into a disgraceful glass.
A friend offered Jamah a cup of tea.
Is it equal, Lord, if the world holds a glass! ..
MUHAMMAS TO NAVOI GHAZA
No, the sky is red, yellow, green,
Or dawn, bright red, yellow, green,
Or a bunch of tulips and basil red, yellow, green,
Red, yellow, green,
It is red, yellow, and green on all sides.
I begged for mercy, I was enlightened,
I waited for a sign, then again,
Vohkim, my father was not helped, I wish,
Gulshan ettim, the desert of love
Whoever works across the steppe is red, yellow, green on every side.
In the morning my groaning will be heard,
The dust of my eyelashes melts in the wind of attacks,
It's all about the love of my trade,
Orazi, your letter melts in your mind,
The circle in front of my eyes is red, yellow, green.
I never found your lips safe,
Tears flow from your eyes day and night,
Alas, I believe that you are a cruel generation,
I remember the flower in my heart like a bottle,
In contrast to Tobado, purple is red, yellow, and green.
Instantaneous fire, instantaneous instantaneous,
From time to time my body and soul are trembling,
Sakiya is in a strange mood standing in front of you
Lolagun may tutqil golden jam with vegetables,
Who doesn't have a better chance of red, yellow, green,
Although sincere patience is enough, valek,
How many friends anis caring erur behad, valek,
Chorai in the caravan though nor erur behad, valek,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry
It is easy to sew on red, red, green.
O pen, exile number, do not seek pleasure,
O soul, seek inspiration, do not desire another lover,
O Jamal, do not ask for the beauty of poetry,
O Navoi gold, shingarfu, do not want blue,
It was red, yellow, and green.
FUZULIY GHAZALI MUHAMMAS
The magic spell is a wonderfully delicate mania,
Willow, see, what strange grasses, oh, mani,
Oh, happiness, the end of the world,
O Lord, make love with love,
Don't lose your temper for a moment.
O love, protect your people,
And the people of Darddin,
In that way, the people of the verse,
The people of Darddin,
That is to say, a lot of trouble.
Throw me into the flames, give me pleasure,
Blessed are the grasses that burn like straw,
This heart is my witness, this world is my testimony,
I will never grow up without trouble,
I want a balloon, because I want a balloon.
Do not make my wish in vain.
Do not make my request in the power of the heart and blood,
Don't make me angry, don't make me angry,
Don't make me smoke in love,
To confess to a friend, to say unsafe mani.
The spring of passion in the heart of Asher,
Go in the world to make a sound,
Thank you for this heart, oshifta - zoriming,
The more you look, the more you look,
It's a pain in the ass.
I don't think Ayla is happy,
I'm so sad, I'm so sad,
My soul is in exile,
Think, my weak body is in the furhat,
Vaslina can die sabo mani.
Oh love, stick to my idol for a moment, dodim sango,
Have mercy on me, give me more heart,
If you can get Jamal to help you,
Mango, like Fuzuli,
Yorab, muhayyad aylama absolute mango mani…
MASHRAB GHAZALI MUHAMMAS
I don't want to see your fish anymore,
There is no incentive to open my lips and express my pain,
I'm sitting hard, not walking,
I don't need to tie my hands and feet,
I agree to die, because it is not tolerable.
My forehead is salty, don't salt it again,
My eyes are sharp, now don't be blind,
Javru bedoding-ku bundoq, shiddating jor aylama.
Don't cut my head so hard,
After all, shedding human blood is not good for you either.
My soul was on fire, it did not know how to die,
Kulfatu did not know the pain of suffering,
Gone is the summer of sorrow, Gone is the spring,
For the rest of his life, the ignorant man did not know,
Oyu is not a momentary opportunity to rest.
Where is the half gulandom that didn’t cry?
The holiday of love is sad, where is the other holiday?
Where is the cup full of lovers like me?
Where is the rest of the patient if the army is bloodthirsty?
The madman is not pleased with the king of the madmen.
Stop, love, the end has blinded you Afghan -
Who, with a sword, struck you on the head,
Barakallo, you're stuck, Jamal, your soul,
Blessed are you, Mashrab, your red blood,
Well done, it's not a disaster for you.
