Poems about plants, flowers and trees

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SHEEP

Hello my dear brother
Maybe I'm a nephew, you're my uncle.

The only difference is that you don't have a language,
There is no way to walk, no way to go.

But you are happy, you cast a shadow,
You will receive blessings from those who enjoy it.

Uncle, my situation is difficult,
A crow that has taken refuge in me.

There is one request: if we change places,
I wish I could live like a tree.

Look at this world as a human being,
Well, one day don't make me wood.
1981

Abdulla Oripov



My soul is in heaven and my soul is in hell.
Mint, my heart is in the meadow where you grew up.
You are a yellow sister by the river,
I miss you in the ocean.

When I kiss your face with tears in my eyes,
I wish I could drown for a lifetime,
If I pour my heart out to Diling -
I am a vohang separated from the valley.

I'm not a poet, I'm a poet,
My poem is not worthy of my fame.
By the grace of a thousand ignorant,
I'm a skinny guy.

This throne without the color of the sky netgum,
Rayhon doesn't care, I'm happy,
I will come to you with my head,
I am a charity from Dalang to the world! ..

O my white heart, O my blue shirt,
I want to be equal to you,
I sang only because of you,
I am the tone that falls from your leaf to the ground.

(Muhammad Yusuf)

 



The cotton wool of the trees does not grow

This is what Allah says to the earth,
Night: That's what bsldi s ?? rta yat means.
Autumn Ò ›sl s ?? iltagan momaÒ› aldiroÒ ›,
Shish did not understand the word.

For Ahim, the sky is clear in the fall.
BaÒ³ormi he cried and ruined the world.
My scientist says oppoÒ ›s ?? oÒ› olli,
Doesn't Ashlar respect the old bee ?!

Artan Ò³ali mays ?? a nish urs ?? aydi,
The cotton wool of the trees does not grow.
In late autumn and late summer,
A ?? e szi nature shum muddaos ?? i ?!

Sometimes it's hard to sleep,
She is a kind young woman.
So, in the spring,
The bitterness of a good man.

MoÒ³ir

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