In cool mornings, almond blossoms,
Purple lip, spring on the ground.
The flight of birds, the gentleness of the winds,
Spring in velvet valleys, hills…
How much did you love, baby, spring,
You were fascinated by apricot blossoms.
As if every awakened bud gave life
You rubbed it in your eyes and kissed it.
Here comes my value, spring is coming again,
He was looking for you, he was wandering around.
He grabbed you by the collar and asked you,
He, too, shed tears and withdrew.
As he watches you,
He went out looking for the gardens you were walking in.
The beauty of writing,
He looked for green leaves.
When I lost my patience, there was a storm.
He took his head to the cliffs.
Looking for a tree in the mountains of Farhod,
He threw the rock of the mountain into the streams.
One of the first shepherds to go to the hills
Where is the poet, said the interrogator.
Silence in the bar, disappointed,
I'm tired, I can't stand it…
Then he politely went to my bed,
Hulkar and Oman kissed each other on the face.
The tears that burned on my cheeks
Slowly he informed me of himself.
But I can't find you in my bed,
At one point he stared long.
There was another hand, and he wandered about,
He asked me, breaking my heart:
"Oh, when I arrived, I was greeted with laughter.
A river rushing with song?
"Asking me alone if I'm lucky"
Wrapped me in poetry?
Why apricot blossoms do not freeze,
Curly hair waving in the hand?
Why the joy I brought
Doesn't he come out and write?
How he fell in love in the morning,
Kemal was filling my wide mind.
In her colorful, captivating song
I always saw my beauty.
Where is that singer, that dreamy guy?
There are tears in your eyes, you stood up lol.
Why a black dress, white in your hair,
Why are you so careless in this spring? ”
How can I answer, loldir my tongues.
I grabbed the bar and came to you.
He also walked with grief,
I can't look at the tombstone.
He moved to the tree in agony,
He woke up the bud and slaughtered it sadly.
Unstable with your memory,
The flower buds swelled.
The scent of rose basil,
A soft song that covered the straw.
How familiar this song is, how close,
How vital, full of fire.
Covered in spring in the hand you love,
Your voice sounded lively, eloquent.
You are not dead, my dear, you are alive,
I still can't breathe without you.
Hijra is in my heart, your word is in my hand,
I sing life, the pain of retreat,
You dream at night, I remember the day,
As long as I live, so do you!
