You don't need unnecessary stress, and you don't need it
Life is meaningless to me without you,
Not even a minute goes by without you.
* * *
Darkness falls,
I'm sorry,
I am born again in solitude.
It seems to be cracking
It's over,
I'll suffocate until dawn.
light to my eyes,
light on my word,
I ask for light for a healthy soul from the morning.
I am a dreamy traveler,
I am a harmonious singer,
I ask the morning for light to the world.
IN MY BETWEEN
Put me under the willow,
In the flame of madness without roasting,
Put me under the willow,
In the shadow of my breath.
Put me under the willow,
I listen to the birds.
Put me under the willow,
Rest in peace.
Put me under the willow,
To this day, I have limited myself.
Put me under the willow,
Let me cry for you I cried.
* * *
Don't roll your eyes, don't laugh, don't look,
You don't need your flirtatious looks.
Don't think I'll tie it anymore…
Those "oh" s are not yours.
For many days you dragged along the bumpy roads,
I followed like a mute.
I am lost, if I know, in the deserts,
Now I understand...
I understand: those sweet dreams are dreams,
This heart that is not deceived is in your sweet words.
Go away, you deceiver, approach, go away,
No more heat for your face!
Don't smile, don't look, don't talk to me,
Don't sing the old legend to me…
HORSINIQ…
I can do everything, my countryman,
Strangeness, ugliness - I've seen it all.
I have plowed and reaped,
How many tears have I lost in separation...
I also planted cotton, corn, sesame,
Dance in my hand teshayu randa,
There are plenty of roads and stops in this country,
I was also flawed, dark, cheerful and idol…
I sewed dung and raised cattle,
I dug a well for eleven cubits,
Hair was washed in Zilol water,
I wore tulips in my girl's hair.
I will never regret my fate,
There are few things that I can't do.
Sometimes my eyes are wet…
I still don't know how to write poetry.
AT THE RISE OF DEATH…
The steppe blooms in the height of the grass,
Time awakens at the height of death.
At the height of death, the world wanders,
At the height of death, the world is full.
Love is born at the height of death,
It is born at the peak of death.
Without death there is no color, no sense of light,
Life pours into your lips...
I KNOW…
Following Tagore…
A cry always rings in my ear,
I sigh, wipe my tears.
Why sacrifice your life for this call -
Only I know.
There is a fire burning in my heart,
As if saying: I will fry, I wish.
I'll bear it because I'm still not -
Only I know.
Months go by, dawns go by, life goes by,
I weep for the distant.
Whom my heart waits for, swallows blood -
Only I know.
I was waiting for the spring news,
I hope, what do I do if I don't believe?
When will it come, how will it look -
Only I know.
CANCER
Cancer umbrella baby,
If you climb a mountain, be a blue healer,
Don't go, my dear, tired of separation,
Let me laugh at midnight.
If you go, go to my garden,
A sting in my heart,
Don't go, my dear, tired of separation,
Don't worry about my happiness.
You do not need flowers or chaman,
Neither Kandahar nor Yemen is needed.
Don't go, my dear, tired of separation,
Neither gray tarlon nor straw is needed.
Smile without polluting my pure world,
Don't smile without the world in grief,
Don't go, my dear, tired of separation,
Don't smile without a heart full.
As long as I'm alive, that stubborn boy,
I have no rest, nor am I tired of searching,
Don't go, my dear, tired of separation,
Anyway I'll find you.
FROM THE KARAKALPAK BOOK
BROTHER-IN-LAW
Humor
Yengajon! I said.
Mother-in-law hunting! He said.
Come on! I said.
Aynima! He said.
The time was cheerful, the conversation was lively,
There was not even a speck of dust in the heart.
Youth remembered, humor at its peak,
This location was very convenient for humor.
I looked up and sighed. "Yengajon," I said.
Come on, charity for you, - I said…
"You are my brother-in-law, my brother-in-law," he said.
I'm like a madman, 'he said.
IF I…
At the foot of the gate, they found the grave of an ancient warrior. Sucking gold up to the shroud. Daggers, boots, swords, helmets, helmets, bowls, bowls, and even coffins...
This is one of our grandfathers' grandfathers' nose rings. It is the ring of one of the famous and the owners of the kingdom. Inside the grave, there are about four hundred unnecessary gold items that are necessary for the dead. A dead man buried before the seventh century is a desert young man, a warrior. He lived only eighteen or twenty-three years.
If I were allowed to take something on the day I was about to go to sleep...
What should I take?
First of all a handful of white flowers in my yard;
Then there is the same line of Navoi at the height of Halimakhanim;
The same pen that Ustoz Oybek gave me;
When I came back from distant lands, the pain of those forty years that had sunk into my bones because I could not find my mother's grave;
Even a picture of my sweetheart as a nail face;
That smile, that spark in Nozim Hikmat's blue eyes like the waters of the sea, in a word, her dreamy look in my mind;
A bunch of Fergana grapes;
Youth Festival in Samarkand;
A jug of Kazakh girl;
a jug from the sea of Tashkent;
At least the maple cup we drank in that Olatov meadow;
That unforgettable kiss;
A broken brick from the lame old man's house;
Even when I'm dying, I accidentally shoot a horse, and it's a wink and a tear from the bottomless love in someone's eyes;
A bowl of cotton wool grown on the hills of Andijan;
What is a tagine? It seems to have happened.
No, the only memento left from my mother is a little parka, and if it is placed on my head in my coffin, and a couple of basil branches are placed under it...
If I was allowed to take anything after my death, I would like to take only these.
MORNING BIRDS
The morning birds are singing, the gardens are bustling...
Grandma, I'm going to the exam today.
I will repeat it in my bright tongue
Any complicated issue, question or knot...
Teachers will sit, the hall will be full,
How many eyes will be fixed on me.
Grandma, if I pass this test well -
The pride in my father's heart will be great!
My homeland is my pearl - my dear mother!
My school is the starting point for the white road!
I'm very happy in my youth, I know that
I will rise, the time of sorrow is my time!
Yes, exam days are a demanding time,
Burro will answer, I will never be less…
It will remain in the history of enlightenment for a lifetime,
How beautiful is the name printed on the notebook!
The morning birds are singing, the gardens are bustling...
Grandma, I'm going to the exam today.
I repeat, in my heart without leaving
Any complicated issue, question or knot...
HANDLEBAR
The smell of melon wafted from the melon,
When I wake up in the morning by the river.
In the smell of perfume, a person glows,
The air is like an elixir, I wish I was bleeding…
Beats the chest cute cool,
The flowers are glistening - a flirtation in the flowers.
All, all to heart,
Everything is charming, sweet, beautiful, word…
Handalak Uzman is icy and bright,
Beqasam handalak - chipor handalak.
In my hand, the lavulas seem to be hot,
I'll be fine, ifor handalak.
Yes, it's actually a solar particle.
Mother earth cake, earth sap.
The unequaled bar of fruits is also
There is no self in heaven, that's the secret!
PULL
A torrential downpour passed through the village,
The green sea of green waves,
Wave flowers are white, red,
This tree is made of milk, cream, cheese.
A torrential downpour passed through the village,
Chuchmoma-yu rovoch is worth eating,
Mushrooms, tulips are worth,
From hills, streams, even rocks...
STILL
... My mother bakes bread, huffing and puffing,
It burns from time to time when we win.
My little horse, crawl, crawl,
I'm going crazy in this circle.
I can't go away from the hearth,
How much is a toy, even if it's running?
Sometimes it is tastier than minced meat,
Every time a patir called me…
Mint, basil or jizza,
Loose, round, coarse and sandy.
Sometimes I'm embarrassed by someone,
If it breaks, even a small purple.
That's enough for me
I will ride and go hunting immediately.
Be it a bear or a leopard - don't look down on me.
While hunting in Patir satiety, hunting.
… There is a wish in my heart, taste it for life,
How many days are there in my forehead.
I remembered this story in the village,
I still have a taste.
FROM MY GRANDMOTHER'S CHICKENS
Ola crow
A crow lives for three hundred years,
Even an elephant cannot live like a crow,
Grandfathers say: a sucker has one eye,
Be alert and watchful. One eye on the arrow.
Oshyon is also on a steep peak - togdamish,
I can't get a bird.
Ola is a ravenous couple,
Ardoğakmish is in the attic.
You don't know anything about it.
You will never be rude to your child.
If the arrow hits the wrong side,
You can't do this right away either.
Loyal, cheerful, cheerful,
Because of this, he has white stripes on his wings.
Even if it's a white-winged sucker,
All in all good horsemanship though…
Black crow
The black crow eats no less,
"I will live a little less" is not sad.
In the steep mountains, black is also a nest,
Moth of Elga Ayan's wing.
He also comes down from the pass in winter,
From the caravan of ravens,
He is also alert, always one eye on the top,
Olazarak, always one eye on the bullet…
He is also a very patient bird, a left-handed bird,
if you can teach it, there is something to be learned.
Unappreciated suck but add,
Even if you leave it,
If the arrow hits the wrong side,
Sucking on someone else's footprints is sad.
For this reason, the face of the black sucker,
It's not even a matter of a face - the black sucker itself...
1975
BEAUTY
Don't spill
Remember, Beaver! A day when the cool winds blow your hair and joy grows in our hearts?
Spring.
The sun is smiling, the mountains that seem to live in the distance are shiny, and you are an innocent girl! - you have collected something, my innocent, hardworking friend! - Do you remember, you covered your face like the dawn with your hair...
* * *
Childhood ..
Though there is sorrow in the heart, there is unhappiness in the environment that surrounds the heart - a game-loving childhood!
Dusk - everything falls into the shadows, flows under the willows. At the behest of our childish pure heart, we went along the stream. We went away and played...
Waterfront…
Spring ornaments are completely scattered along the water…
"Aries, huv… Aries!"
I went to you, I picked blue flowers with you, I gave them to you and I gave flowers to your scattered hair, I stared at your face that opened like flowers…
Do you remember this?
In such pleasant moments of my early childhood, dreams surround me...
Dreams envelop me when the hammers drag me over the hills, when the unhappy fields are laughing!
Can I finish?
Maybe Kunduz is an innocent Kunduz, again, barno… Laughs are a hundred girls, full…
Shall I go?
* * *
- Beaver!
Remember, sleeping plows roamed the hills - as children - in the days when we played…
Did grass plows sing these days?
Is your hair scattered in the wind and your eyes play?
Do you remember a day when the waves spread and the child gave endless joy to our hearts...
