Marhabo Karimova's Poems

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FATE

Selective, measured height,
The dream wedding,
Put the wolves in,
Was that also destiny?

Adds fire to water,
Simply chases,
As Atay did,
Was that also destiny?

A beautiful to a badfe'l,
A river in a pond,
A wise man to a fool,
Was that also destiny?

Jam with flowers,
Eyes would not be wet,
"I'm happy," he said.
Was that also destiny?

A garden in the desert,
The cliff is inhabited by mountains,
Crazy and healthy,
Was that also destiny?

A science of agility,
Seriously,
Should live sip-smooth,
Was that also destiny?

Listening to the melody,
The woman sits and yawns.
Not to mention,
Was that also destiny?

Let's be together,
Repent! We do not repent,
Allah, what is this ?!
Was that also destiny?

A good for a bad,
Oh, what kind of exam is this?
Your heart will bleed,
Was that also destiny?

Love the thorn so much,
So angry with the bud,
Is that fair?
Was that also destiny?

We say, "It's time,"
We say, "Fate is gone."
Unhappy boy, unhappy girl,
Was that also destiny?

By ourselves,
Our eyes glaze over,
Then we say:
Was that also destiny?

ADVICE

I love me,
I like myself,
Now I don't care,
Who feeds how.

Defective, black
My face is my face.
The most beautiful in the world
One person is myself!

My arm is short and but
Thankfully, there is more than nothing.
No man in this world
Not as happy as I am.

I smile when I hear you speak
I laugh when I eat a bitch.
If they hit me in the left face,
I'll keep it right.

To the grave called the heart
I buried my harmony.
And on to my child
I dropped the game.

Looking in the mirror every morning
I say: I don’t care.
I'm healthy! I'm awesome!
No worries, no shortage.

Disadvantages - wild, but
I do not borrow from them.
None of my soul
It's not worth sewing.

Some will be sad
The hair is white.
And for me,
Wrinkles also heal.

A thorn is a thorn, a flower is a flower,
Everything is on its own.
Dear ones, the world
Take as much as you can.

If you want to live easy,
Take my advice.
Be yourself a little
Crazy solvoling.

Whatever day I see
God willing - I agree.
In the hands of the Creator
The most accurate stone scales.

Not us to live
He dropped out of the exam.
Pirim is without that chase
Devonayi is Mashrab.

If they ask for my shirt,
I'll give you my coat too.
Out of the thorns
Pick tulips.

Is my daughter back?
That's great, that's great!
Today I am rich again,
One concern was too much.
How much does it cost, opkeling,
I'll take care of you.
I'm worried about my money
I'll take your fireplace.

From the word "sorrow" to myself,
I make the word “joy”.
I am, myself
I live happily.

It's crazy, he said.
Laugh at Marhaboga.
All calculations
I left it to Allah.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY…

We lived as friends,
Open arms,
The oven is gone now
We lost - we lost.

We are young people,
As these two bastards,
Someone called the soups they ate,
We lost - we lost.

Brothers, sisters,
We talked loudly,
We were disappointed,
We lost - we lost.

Relatives side by side,
Jovdirashar looked at us,
We can't spread the word,
We lost - we lost.

My neighbor was my dear,
I had one table,
When added, my blood is now,
We lost - we lost.

Well, that's our intention,
It's our fault,
Our hard work,
We lost - we lost.

We looked right and left,
We listened to the little talk,
We missed the square,
We lost - we lost.

Children live together,
It was bad just for us,
Beds burned, live fleas,
We lost - we lost.

Remember my bad word,
I fight myself,
Now I opened my eyes,
We lost - we lost.

Thank you for the soup,
No worries,
Cursed be my daughter,
We lost - we lost.

I warn you now,
Give the girl to a stranger.
What demons have struck us,
We lost - we lost.

Marhaboxon, this world is wide,
Whoever marries to the wedding,
Say Tawakaltu Allah,
We lost - we lost.

Modern savagery

The husband said to his wife

While reading the newspaper:

- We are not Arabs,

Better hit god.

Look at these savages,

That's how it is.

When a girl is born,

Digging and burying the ground.

She said, "Woe is me!"

See your own child.

This is pre-Islamic

The Arabs, too, his father.

Robbery, irreligion.

Every tribe is belligerent.

From his sons

Tuzar is an army.

What good is a girl?

Bread will be a partner.

Looking at someone

It's crazy to give.

The husband said, "Don't guess."

Ja is not like that.

Maybe a girl signal

The difficulty is the reason.

As the two girls stretched,

Did you work as a slave?

Still trading in Chors,

Still China, Russia.

We got beautiful,

Tashkent furniture.

Great joy,

Sent. Do you remember?

We will do our best,

You sold a domain.

Mol-u giving your daughter

What did you gain ?!

For the money of one dom

Making three houses

Your daughter in the meantime

They send it with a vengeance.

The bridegroom's father-in-law

Even lying on the furniture,

Melt when they meet,

They see "my brother".

I want to reach out,

Stiff neck:

"How soft is it?

Turkey's bed?

Do you like my rugs?

Is the wool long?

In your head without moving

Carry my daughter!

What about my upholstered furniture,

Is it the color of the house?

Tick ​​your ass

Doesn't it hurt?

Porcelain items received,

How are my crystals?

Still a bowl of soup

Like burning honey.

Kudang-chi in the heavens

Always hand on waist.

With the bride's property

Die without building your house!

Replace the depots

The pair of pillows is low.

The teapot is small

Lycopene is scarce.

Inside the sepals

First aid kit, no medicine

Let Pilesos wash,

Depti, ori no.

I sent it, but

How much mold do you have?

In that pilesos

Purify your heart too.

She said, "Yes, all right."

That's it, Dad.

If you find a bride and make a condition,

I'll kill you, mother!

As long as they can

Let Sep go, don't be silent.

She said, "I don't care."

People laugh though.

The husband says, "These are women."

So much revenge on the world?

Gone are the days

God bless you

These are the norm

Can they teach?

Or this "who's up"

If he doesn't, will he die?

Men are also slow

They took it in their hands.

"Yes, that's right," he said.

They got used to it.

To make more money,

Which man is walking,

An idea in his mind:

"I have to send the girl."

Lom-mim, even, alifni

If we do not know, we become believers.

The science of satiety

We drank water.

You're down

Dump the apples.

A believer is not tormented

Believer brother.

Whoever tortures God,

It hurts to taste.

The child was buried alive

What is the difference from the savage?

He is a child to the ground

Don't look at him,

It's burying its head

Tama-tana chohiga.

The difference is that they are religious,

People who have not seen the light.

We are proud to go

Corrupt Muslims.

It's hoy-u passions

There will also be a question.

If you go too far,

He will see in the Hereafter.