Halima Khudoyberdieva
A SOUND COMES
JIM-JIM FROM THE BUD
Halima Khudoiberdieva was born on May 1947, 17 in the Boyovut district of the Syrdarya region. People's Poet of Uzbekistan (1992). Graduated from the journalism faculty of Tashkent State University (1972). "First Love" (1968), "White Apples" (1973), "Chaman" (1974), "My Supporting Mountains" (1976), "Grandfather Sun" (1977), "Hot Snow" (1979), " Loyalty ”(1983),“ Holy Woman ”(1987),“ Pain Points of My Heart ”(1991),“ Fire of Humiliation ”(1993),“ There are those who have reached these days ”(Selection, 1994),“ Tomaris's words ”(1996),“ Selection ”(2000),“ I am on the way ”(2005) and other books of poetry were published. T. Minnullin's play "Alla" was staged at the Uzbek National Drama Theater in the author's translation of the poet. Laureate of the State Prize of Uzbekistan named after Hamza (1990).
THE LEAF OF LEAVES IN MY HEART
I created gardens within my own world.
They are dead.
I created mountains out of the power of thought.
They shone.
Instead of my gardens, I swept,
Leaf, hazon.
Instead of my mountains, I stood in the hills, silent.
Blood in the heart.
I burned, but I wasn't gray, again
I poured it on the ground, my forehead sweat, my tongue blood.
Lawn, blue grass zap in it,
Oh, my dear!
You mean, like, saltines and their ilk, eh?
If you think I'm not guilty,
If I had that little heart,
If we live, we will be happy.
The suffering of strangers,
Even if you sleep, life is a day
Must go to the last house grave.
So, yes, be strong, you are my soul.
To the shoulder
We still load a lot of cargo,
We will restore many gardens,
We can't carry a load,
And or a mountain of slaves in my senses.
Then again
Creating mountains in contemplation,
Instead of withered gardens, greenery,
We need to create gardens with trees,
Oh, my hard soul!
I believe that,
You will endure these demands silently.
It is as if the leaves are whispering in my heart,
So,
Of the orchards that will be created
The first seedlings sprout buds,
Gardens are rising in my heart,
Leaves greenish-green gardens…
1967
MEDICINE DAYS HAVE COME ...
My mother!
Dorilamon laughed for days, take the dawn,
If you look closely, the settings and settings are narrow.
You can't put cherry blossoms in your eyes:
"There are those who have reached these days, there are those who have not."
That word flew from your pale lips,
My father began to correct me in my mind.
Go back to the days of medicine, my mother, close your eyes,
Doomsday is apparently the catalyst for a united Khundia and their subsequent emergence as a galactic power.
This nature is lovely and blind,
Sometimes he makes us drunk, sometimes he makes us drunk.
Stand up for your sign, mother, get up,
Dorilamon stare at the sun, swearing at him.
Your face is as warm and radiant as the sun.
A mother with hope in her eyes,
Let the snowy days go by,
Red, tulip color covers the world these days.
This world is full of features,
Recognize that the earth spreads when you step on it barefoot.
Living is a delicacy, if you hit it,
Your appetite will increase.
Every fruitful branch in the gardens,
Food is for us, food is always a source of pleasure.
Your sons are coming, lo and behold,
Your boys are as sweet as fruit.
My mother!
From the drawer circles yourself, when the hand calls,
Narrow when set to “Feast of Life”.
As if whispering to yourself with pale lips:
"There are those who have reached these days, there are those who have not."
1967
* * *
I found you, I lost you,
Sor falcon, helpless bird.
What you hold true in the world -
An untouched lie will not fall.
I want to sacrifice for you,
I want to be you.
Gradually without losing you,
I want to lose suddenly.
Tighten the wires, say, -
Let them be full of thoughts.
You are my soul, if my soul does not suffer,
Tell them to take it all at once.
I found you, I lost you…
1967
WE CAN'T
We can not shed branches, say,
The river will be our tears, do not sink, say.
Our cave is still, say, the cave will not cut the fruit,
They do not disturb the baby's sweet sleep in the morning.
Say, again, we have now begun to sing,
Let them hear it like a man listening to it.
Our song will touch the hearts of those who are resting,
Reminiscent moonlit night, white-faced girl, drunken glass…
Sharpen your instrument, our song is sharp.
Our future lives depend on that song.
Let us sing, if we can't sing,
Pick us up, too, by adding that song.
Please tell, whats the story of them big puppys .....
1971
THE NIGHT I SAID TO YOU
The night I said goodbye to you was dark, dark,
The night was an idol, my liver was a wound, a wound.
I would say stay in the middle of the night, don't see, don't see,
Let no one turn to the truth.
I have faith in my tongue.
I listen to the stillness of the stars,
In the bright moonlight, I hear a lot,
I join in the circle of happy friends myself
And in spite of the bitterness, against happiness, happiness fails,
I sing louder than the happy, I sing louder.
I’m sure it’s in that first round with a bang
I make myself a dawn, my dawn is white,
My pain will stay at night, my face will shine with light,
The flood of forgetfulness washes away, the desires of the heart, the traces.
Bringing himself out of the dust of bitter thoughts,
When a flower blossoms open, it shines in the light.
Who knows, the end of the cursed tongue stitches,
Sometimes the flower blooms more than sorrow.
The night I said goodbye to you was dark, dark.
1973
IF SOMEONE PLAYS THIS DAY
If anyone plays this day
Plays on the spot.
Spot-tree whey color
Plays in the garden.
Trust this soil
Footsteps,
The sands are cracked
Plays on the sand.
This day slander is like a mountain,
This day is a great day,
"It's black, look."
Plays on white.
At every step, the cave, the trap,
The victim's heel,
The munkib who fell on his face,
Plays on the companion.
Muqam is brand new
The ground shook when I stepped on it
It will come down tomorrow
Plays on the well…
How to die,
Foot without burning,
Right on the heart,
Oh plays on…
1988
TURON
The sacred hearth of Turkism is Turan. Abdurauf Fitrat
The thought that shot into my soul,
A thought that lit a bright fire in my heart.
The thought that woke me up in my sleep:
"Turan is the sacred hearth of Turkism".
Mazi sucked every morning,
Every bit sucked the mind, the consciousness.
The wolf, the fox, sucked the lion -
The chest and spring of Turkism is Turan.
The cranes are hovering in the sky,
He accidentally fired his bow.
Timur's hawks were barking,
Turan is the cradle of Turkishness.
Then, when the wild stones came from behind,
Sarah's old men, when they were young,
When the heads of the scattered lions are gone,
The hill that holds the earth, the mountain Turan.
My rich grandparents got rich and fell,
He slipped and fell on his own blood.
They fell head over heels
The burning, the pain, the stain of my heart is Turan.
Thankfully, the diet woke up the blood again,
The lion cubs burned again.
The enemy could no longer take Turan
Today, the mountain of steep lions is Turan!
1993
THE COUNTRY IS SILENT
The homeland is silent, but about it
The stone that came down from the mountain speaks.
Sounds come from a silent bud,
The sun from heaven speaks.
The homeland is silent, the flag is burning
The flag at the beginning says the word.
Coming from the Mazis - scurrying around,
Grandma's niece says the word.
The homeland is silent. Sabolarini
There is a lot of ice attached to the pipes.
Cancer. Of my ancestors in the desert
The words of the low tents are many.
Homeland is silent…
UZBEK
Long nights are ashamed of months,
His wives are full of love.
He has black eyes and loves the heart,
The gazelle in the mountains is Uzbek.
Oybarchini - bor Barchindir, fairy tale,
He is not a man born of Alpomish.
Carrying the burden of a friend, the mountain is low,
Everyone is amazed by the Uzbek language.
Whistling in their homes is still a chore,
Let Nodirasi lie quietly in the grave.
Every child until the last rest - load,
It is a Kaaba - a ruin of the Uzbeks.
I don't know if God has given flowers,
After all, his heart was drunk.
Nodira sounded like a maid
Halima is a Uzbek.
There is no such beautiful place on earth, no moon
My heart is infected with a clarity.
"There's no warmer place to sleep," he said.
My mother's grave is in ruins.
THROAT
Winter and summer always come when the father comes
They knew from the sore throat.
Children and adults took the lead,
They knew he was walking like a leopard.
Now he is no tiger, watchful without pulling
Sits comfortably, the woman at home - the moon.
If a man is like that, when a man comes,
A place where a woman can't find a squirrel.
This woman was comfortable before,
He could not hold the candle to the ground.
The man said he could not accept
This type of calmness in a woman.
The woman is now awake, her ears hunting
Every time a husband remembers to cry
Now he is disturbed by his dreams
Noise. And a man's sore throat.
WHEN I WAKE UP…
To the standing bird
I look very much,
I look like a bird
Waking up.
Some of my veins
Still asleep
In some veins
My blood is frozen.
With hay
Crawling,
In the dream of a bullet
The bow to go.
What are I?
Walking around,
Flower my life
I'm rich.
Someone else's
I ate my grief,
Someone's day
I'm walking.
Completely awake
If I could,
I would fly
Looking at the blues.
GO NOW
Now go!
You waited, you waited badly,
You swallowed the torment of Hijrah with enthusiasm.
I fell. You were my priority,
Now go!
Scattered on the roads of Hijrah,
I waited - half my love, half my hope.
One by one my ribs were broken,
Now go!
Now go, glory and glory are superfluous,
When thirsty, the ocean is redundant.
Bread is superfluous when poured out,
Now go!
Now go, break your deal with someone else,
Goodbye, neither anger nor resentment in my heart.
Now go to whomever you go in time,
Andy…
Go!
HEAVEN IS COMING
The sky is approaching,
Very close,
You will grow old
Come on if you can.
One day it will shine
Glorious lightning
Becoming a child
That's all.
You are great today
Sorry, zada
Keeping a secret
The tongue, your stomach.
Thick fog
Every moment,
Pour over each other
Your poison.
But, dear man,
Poor man!
To the ground
Enter without leaving,
Paradise in the world
There is also flour
Becoming a baby
Joyful, screaming
Hug each other
Have a nice day
Keep in mind!
Heaven is approaching
Very close…
WAITING Ballade
I don't know if it's right or wrong,
The father waited for his son for three days.
The orphan hoped for him for three days,
The orphan cried for three days.
Then the father waited. He waited three years.
He waited, tears streaming down his cheeks.
Go out to the sun, behind the roof,
He planted his longings in his garden.
Then, for thirty years, his eyes widened,
Then he stopped seeing. My eyes are full.
Then… frowned on the chair,
He is dead. He went to the grave with the same load.
Then…
Was he also a lifelong hit -
They drew a blind dog in the yard.
WILLOW
Majnuntol, oh, bent horn
Who did you tell the secret to.
I woke up to the bar,
You said ten, you said one.
Do not soak the syrup,
Grief arisin from the leaves.
Can't get a secret
Let the young worlds grow old.
You also shed tears
A naysayer that no one sees.
Just hide your love
You can't cry like me.
SORRY
Essiz, clear rivers
It's a pity we don't drink blood.
Essiz blue stuff,
It's a pity we don't bleed.
The stream slows down and slopes
When he leaves, he runs up the mountain, helpless.
If he doesn't see it, he'll die
Flying, you idiot!
Let the world be on fire,
A fairy tale to the world.
There is no woman in it
It's a pity the man is leaving.
GET UP YOURSELF
I don't know if this world is wise or silly,
I wonder how long it takes to unlock the spells.
They look at my house, my room,
I wonder if I can find a friend who will see my heart, who will ask my heart.
A thought entered my heart, like a knife, like a bullet,
Do not fall, there is no one who loves the fallen.
The ravens will withdraw from you, even the gardens will be gone,
Shall you suffer for what you have grown?
What you lift up from the earth, the mountains will leave you,
Come closer, don't be sad if you don't recognize a stone.
If you want to lean on the garden, the garden is dry, there are no almonds,
Do not fall, no one loves the fallen.
Not only do you have friends, but you also have friends.
Stand up straight, hold on to a pillar.
Even if you have a friend who goes to the grave, to death
Stand up for yourself until you die, don't bite the ground on the roads.
Long live justice!
Knowingly, there is no mourning in your eyes
Do not fall, no one loves the fallen!
