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No, I'm not dead! No, I'm not dead!

My life is a big bowl, I'm not full yet.

I live in my child, in the field I planted,

The tip is in an unbreakable sword, the tip is in an indelible pen.

If the gardens bloom, then the gardener is not dead,

If the lamp shines, yes… The lamp is not dead,

If the wing stumbles, it means that Shunkar is not dead,

If a poem is written, it means that the friend is not dead…

If the rays land, then the sun lives,

If I'm not alone on the road, then my companion lives…

I heard that my picture is in the famous Fergana,

It means that I am not dead, immortality is on my forehead! ..

No, I'm not dead!

RUH

In memory of Master Prince

When I was born, I cried - they laughed.

I am silent now! "They're crying."

My white face, my bloodless face, my lifeless body,

My best coat is a white shroud.

It vibrates, uh! .. Uzlat's cradle,

There is no hole, no door.

Gradually shortens my path,

Going as openly as Alexander, oh, my hand! ..

Why are these people in such a hurry ?!

I'm in pain! ..

Teach patience to the end,

They put my body in the grave.

It vibrates gloomily-sad verses,

It vibrates a thousand-millennial customs,

Shaking heads,

It vibrates white-white turbans,

The ranks of my peers are shaking,

Speakers' speeches…

Take your time! Do not put a stone on me,

He weighs on my body today,

I lifted many stones while I was alive,

I raised my eyes to the stones! ..

… Scattered… I get up at midnight,

Auction-I walk slowly, like a shadow.

I do not despair of generations,

However,

I will not disturb the peace.

I stare blankly for a long time

And in each of them I see:

My joy, my sorrow,

The pen in my hand,

Until my candle is still burning.

… Tun -

As I entered the color of my head,

Listen to the call of life,

I can hardly break my heart,

I will reach my place in the morning,

To my place!

The place...

Yes…

The abode… Yes… Iloya, may the abode of the master be from heaven. Amen!