Poetry of Muhammad Yusuf

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ENTER MY DREAMS

Come like a butterfly

Landing on your eyebrows,

I wish I could look you in the eye and die…

What did I see as a guy?

I can't touch your hair.

This is my forehead, this is your forehead,

Enter my dream now, enter my dreams.

The water in the ditch that kisses the heel,

The grass kisses the hem of your shirt.

I couldn't be a drug addict,

O gazelle with eyes, spear with eyelashes!

This is my forehead, this is your forehead,

Enter my dream now, enter my dreams.

This caravan is moving,

A heartbeat on the neck of the days.

I wish you you wish me,

A lamp that holds in the net of my heart.

This is my forehead, this is your forehead,

Enter my dream now, enter my dreams.

Come like a butterfly, land on your eyebrows,

I stare into your eyes and die.

Do you stay in my heart like my soul,

I can't touch your hair.

This is my forehead, this is your forehead,

Enter my dream now, enter my dreams…

JACOB SNIPER

Old Jacob was not given "Zaporozhets",

They did not see the applications.

When he saw it, he shrugged his shoulders as if he had never seen it.

Didn't land…

The chest of the old Jacob was full of orders,

Wherever he went, his place was in the net.

What do you say - he had seen two wars,

He was a sniper photographed in Berlin.

One of his legs was made of willow,

One was cut by a doctor.

It was like that after the war,

It was a lie to walk so loudly!

The chief did not give the old man "Zaporozhets",

He did not see the applications.

When he saw it, he shrugged his shoulders as if he had never seen it.

Not satisfied…

Jacob was disappointed in the old man's raysabes,

Jacob was disappointed in the old man's head.

Disappointed with me, you - all of us,

 Someone else took his car.

Now he is a hired hand,

He drives the invalid's car.

When I see him, I remember the old man,

The wheel will break my heart…

Jacob did not give to the old "Zaporozhye"!

BLACK SAND

My grandmother lit a fire for you,

Black sand, black sand.

You also took care of my grandfather,

Black sand, black sand.

Kneeling before my mother,

Black sand, black sand.

My father's hands touched,

Black sand, black sand.

My day will pass without you, however,

My hand reaches for the sky, but,

Black sand, give me tea,

Black sand, black sand…

When they are full,

When he became a nut,

I was sad in my house,

Black sand, black sand.

The coming era, the ending era,

There is no desire other than yourself.

Other than yourself,

Black sand, black sand.

My day will pass without you, however,

My hand reaches for the sky, but,

Black sand, give me tea,

Black sand, black sand…

DO'PPI

People who do not wear doppi,

One poet, one prose writer.

Hair smooth,

Smooth steps,

She is gaining weight…

True skullcaps,

False skullcaps,

False skullcaps in the movies.

Chust skullcaps,

Anjon doppilar,

Margilan doppilar like beads…

People who do not wear doppi,

In addition to a poet, a prose writer,

I also asked you questions,

I grabbed my hat and looked into his eyes.

People who do not wear doppi,

And the heart wants to see.

The heyday of culture,

Attention to the head diminishes.

People who do not wear doppi,

Neither at home nor on the street.

Mirtemirlar, Ghafur Ghulamlar

The left skullcap is left on the shelf…

What a spectacular trade,

The crowd stopped wearing the doppia.

There is no other doppi worthy

The head did not deserve a skullcap.

MATHEMATICS LESSON

Math is a complete mystery,

If you multiply one by one - it becomes one.

An apple branch peeking out of the window,

Clouds on the horizon - rain tomorrow…

Math, I want to run in the rain,

I want to find the answer to your riddle

Almond branches peeking out of the window,

I want to go out in the garden and kiss the beetles.

Math, I want to think too,

Thoughtfully, I want to throw a stone at you.

You invent the plane, and mine

I'd like to go to bed with mint.

Mathematics - there will be months, there will be years,

If you multiply the tank by the tank - it will be gray.

When will the world be empty, will it be a flower?

Literature makes you think TB!

Math is a burning coals,

You didn’t know what to make of you.

A cherry tree peeking out of the window,

He's a gun, you shoot yourself…

Mathematics is the complete mystery of the sheep.

If you multiply one by one - it becomes one.

An ant cries under my ribs,

If you take me off the board - it will be a POEM!

DIE

Weddings from everyone

Buy girls like it.

If a girl touches the ground,

Forty are dreaming.

At the wedding, the music stopped,

Fires in silence.

Forty oats weeping

The grooms are leaving…

Sisters, don't cry,

I'm sorry if you cry.

Traveling around the country, to you

I will find a groom myself.

If you have white wishes,

Hopes for survival,

It will be hard on you

Guys like Muhammad! ..

ZOO

I saw a gazelle at the zoo,

I saw his heart shattered in captivity.

I saw parrots wandering on a dry branch,

They cried and cried.

Make-up that loses its wings,

Geese no longer fly in the sky.

Where the eagles' heads are bowed,

To the place where the nightingales age.

The sparrow's stone is blood, its beak is blood,

Gumri's sad eyes - epic…

This world is actually a zoo,

Mushtaq is the head of the mining force.

I can't count the bars one by one, but

Everything is beautiful in a cage! ..

"SELECTION" Tashkent-2005