Spring Poetry, Lions About Spring

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NAVRUZ MUSHOIRASI

Torah SOLOMON
PLEA

When spring comes, the nightingale singing in the garden begins,
Sava, the ant of Kumri, the sound of suralay.
Tulip festival in the mountains, New Year in the villages:
Rape of birds by nature
Spring, don't leave my garden.

Where is the time, where is the time for the deceitful deed?
Where is Vatangado?
Where is the name and destination of a lone horse in the world?
Spring, where do you live in the desert and mountains?
Don't go, Spring, from my garden.

The sign of immortality is my love for death.
A sign of happiness is my love for the time.
A sign of depth is my love for the ocean,
A sign of beauty is my love for the garden.
Spring, don't leave my garden.

Where is the winter on this day, where is the hazon rezgilik,
Where summer, where autumn, where boredom.
Every breath of spring is worth a lifetime
Without a garden, without a gardener, no matter what goodness…
Don't go, Spring, from my garden.

Ancient tombstones covered with cocaine,
The dew on the grass - whose tears?
My father, who is lying here, is also his cousin
Every spring his relatives,
Spring, don't leave my garden.

I'm tired of snow all summer, I'm tired of spring in winter,
I'm looking forward to the flower in the bag, I'm waiting,
I am tired of love, I am tired of flowers,
Without a spring, without a land, I am helpless.
Spring, don’t go, from my garden.

TEBRATAR

An old song of old men

The wind shakes the wind.
The wind shakes the cloud.
The cloud shakes the rain.
The rain shakes the soil.
The soil shakes the grass.
The grass shakes the bush.
Biya shakes our girl.
The girl shakes the boy
The young man shakes the oatmeal.
Sulu shakes the cradle.
The cradle shakes the baby.
The child shakes the world.

DID YOU WANT TO GO BACK, SPRING

The breath of Navruz in heaven and earth,
Andalib sasi in the gardens,
This breath, this sas is no comparison.
Are you coming back, spring?

I first saw you in the morning,
Then I saw you on the mountain of God,
I saw you on the girls cheek.
Are you coming back, spring?

I saw you in an angelic state,
I saw you on the wings of birds,
I saw you in Kuychi Bayot.
Are you coming back, spring?

How many unspoken definitions,
Until you turn the corner
Gardens do not bloom, do not open buds.
Are you coming back, spring?

I don't have eyebrows, I don't have eyes,
Flower skirt, I have to twist everything,
I shouldn't give you to anyone in the world!
Are you coming back, spring?

You are a symbol of rebirth, youth,
An example of a life-giving Christ.
What would happen to humanity without you?
Are you coming back, spring?

You are the lone queen of the four seasons,
The end of all beauty is you,
You are the wish of lovers!
Are you coming back, spring?

You are the gold of the earth and the sky,
You are the beginning of my song,
You are the companion of my golden cradle!
Are you coming back, spring?

Jumaniyaz JABBOROV
NAVRUZ KELIBON…

When Navruz comes, the whole world will be happy,
The sun will heat up and slowly burn.

Yashnar nature, dashtu adir lola ichinde,
My country will be decorated in a special way.

The stream laughs, the kiss on the wind is purple,
The lawn will be tanned in the sun.

Hear for a moment the nightingale,
It will be scattered and will be glorified.

Hot sumalak, flying wings, watching a wedding,
Hearts will rejoice and fly with words.

How many guys formed a circle to fight Javlon,
The girls will be adorned and classified with beauty.

If a person is highly valued in the world, if he loves his homeland,
Respect will be respected again in the country.

Erkin VAHIDOV
NAVRUZ NASHIDASI

My country!
Don't inspire me,
Write to me as dear as you can.
Today I want to sing a poem to your spring,
Happy Navruz, my homeland.

The world is green again, serfusun,
More tulips opened pink.
This year's spring is unique,
Happy Navruz, my homeland.

You came out of the harsh winter with a sore throat,
The daisy cracked as it came out of the ground.
The ice is gone from your belly.
Happy Navruz, my homeland.

Field green, garden green, desert green,
The world in spring dress is green,
Freedom is green, independence, faith is green,
Happy Navruz, my homeland.

You have the sun of freedom in your head,
You have your own Right, your Flag, your Head of State.
Your goal. persevere, endure,
Happy Navruz, my homeland.

You are young, you can control yourself,
You'll get through the "broken bone."
You will meet hundreds of springs,
Happy Navruz, my homeland.

Seeds planted in the fields today
Inshallah, the sustenance is full of blessings,
O land of hope, great tomorrow -
Happy Navruz, my homeland.

* * *

Spring.
Gardens adorned with velvet,
The tulips on the chest of the desert.
Exploring the white cloud at the foot of the sun,
Roasted cucumbers on apricot branches.

The winds have taken away the winter dream,
The leaves woke up cheering.
Land on the branches and book a flower
The nightingale landed on the page.

A noble concern in the universe today,
The bud opens its eyes to become a flower.
A piece of straw in front of the music
The sparrow escapes to the nest.

A peculiar increase in the plowed field -
The ant runs - he is also a living soul.
The doctor rushed to the streams
Blood to infuse into the veins of the earth…

The mother earth is in the throes of autumn,
No load on the high heels.
In his quiet silence
There is a greatness inherent in mothers.

Abdulla ORIPOV
NAVRUZ

First he looks into your heart,
Then the word that teaches the buds.
Sleep escapes from the eyes of the earth,
So, Spring has come,
Navruz is coming.

Looking at the state of winter,
Melting ice in the tears.
An unparalleled beauty that makes you smile,
So, Spring has come,
Navruz is coming.

The world is as warm as a mother's heart,
The field-salt spreads in the silk pile.
The rest of the puzzles are full of grief,
So, Spring has come,
Navruz is coming.

Moisture was gone from the hearts again,
Again the eye is dazzled by the rays.
It's time to dump her and move on.
So, Spring has come,
Navruz is coming.

Goodbye MATJON
FROM THE "I LOVE YOU" SERIES

Million small lantern liked trees.
Kamalak. Greenery. One hundred percent rain…
I believe but -
these gardens
the light is because of our love too.

Every tree, every branch awoke Navruz,
The body of the tick tickled with flowers.
He showed you to me.
And I knew
where my heart is!

Oh, spring! Freedom of speech on earth!
The grass is singing and the sky is blue.
We too were accompanied by this great joy
my lips merge with your lips.

What a life!
I believe,
The wisdom is as short and clear as spring:
Think of happy moments with love,
that is the true life. The rest is a lie…

Aydin HOJIYEVA
NAVRUZ

A thousand lights burned on the apricot branch,
Pink butterflies landed on almonds.
When the sun is hot, his eyes are black
Tulip leaves the roof.

He runs like a mare without reins,
Lazy streams that yawn all winter.
Spring is in full swing,
Old palaces like a bride's house.

At the beginning of Sumalak, brides are shaved
In Lutfi, the world becomes a love, a mystery.
The rain is blowing,
The straw turns to gold, to durga.

Music in love with Tarnov
It will be a lot of fun.
Kavrak root and desert andizicha
It is better to go in and out.

The treasure is in the tomb trees
Harmony blooms by scattering flowers.
In the farewell signatures of the tombstone
Let the memory read the springs.

Life is eternal. Life is a trophy.
Hurricane blows, Navruz blows.
When you are a magician, it is nature,
A star you like in every cell.

Man sounds like a thousand strings
Drunk in the melody of Navruz sabolar.
The world in the spring delight until dawn
No wonder a hug is in a bouquet.

Halima XUDOYBERDIYEVA
NAVRUZ DREAMS
(series)

1

Stand up straight, even if you sometimes crawl
In the darkness,
Goh trapped the snarling deer
Light up these roads yourself, Navruz.

The nightingale is dead. The flower burned, opened,
He hugged the winds, hung,
Today he felt something, pressed,
Forgive me, these flowers, Navruz.

It's blood on the hand. It's under the arm
Even if we ran away, it wouldn't pay off.
But… Maybe someone needs help…
Wash those bloody hands yourself, Navruz!

Even if the spring blossoms,
When the spring blooms, even the old,
The most dangerous holiday of all time
Happy Navruz, girls and boys!

These patients mourn as they wait for the morning,
They are also rich, rich with gone pain.
Water, water! Let them not slip,
Long live, long live Navruz!

2

Navruz, a flower with a heart,
A flower underfoot,
A flower with petals,
Today you have come to say ‘goodbye’.

My broken face, my rose face,
I'm broken. My word Cindy,
Today I cut myself off the ground
I came to say, "Alyor, time."

Not only human repression,
Chordarvesh, devon repression,
Mental repression, mental repression,
You left and came back.

Boil the sumac
Overturned azons,
Changing out, dusting
You have come to magnify my mind.

A weary soul,
A soul drowning in foreigners,
A soul that bows its head a lot,
You came when you raised your head.

All four sides of the blush,
An honor to grow, an honor to grow!
Stone stared straight into the heart
You came while lifting a stone.

Now such revenge-un-nard
Andi tingan, sinan nomard,
Out of hand, façade, pain,
You came while you were making soup.

3

This is erosion, 6u drowning season,
Suffering is a season of grief,
It's time to dump her,
When does the growing season come?

The language is elongated. Talking season,
It's time to talk,
It's time to make a living -
When does the growing season come?

Tears came to my eyes often,
My eyes often came to the stone,
My soul - bowed head came often,
When does the growing season come?

He came unjustly and chased the truth,
Clear waters followed.
He went in and washed his feet.
When does the growing season come?

Ice this post today,
You have come, the field has grown,
Tell people yourself, Navruz,
When does the growing season come?

Kulaiman RAHMON
NAVRUZ

By the hand of the great ancestors
Navruz written in great books,

as a gift of pagan intelligence,
Zoroastrian Navruz

million years ago in the soil of the East
New Year, Navruz,

full of silver cups to the Noble Messenger
Navruz, symbolized by sumalak,

Alexander the Great
Navruz shot from Qutayba ball,

On the hooves of Genghis Khan's horses
Now and then Navruz,

According to Beruni, Firdavsi, Khayyam,
Navruz, which is rooted in Navoi's poetry,

times when apostates turn away from the people,
Navruz turned its back on the sea,

the dragon example of a tyrannical regime
Navruz swallowed by the deep throat,

a thousand bribes from the ignorant stone,
Navruz, whose body was torn to pieces,

Ranolar * Rano,
Navruz, detained in a banned prison,

at the suggestion of a flattering poet
Navruz, called "Navbahor holiday",

did you come
Navruz, which is expected like a breeze of freedom,

happy free day
Navruz in the cage of hearts,

save us from rivals,
Navruz saved from persecution!

HAMAL

Did he break up?
countless pearls of heaven?
The flowers forgot the sun's rays,
The smell of rain gripped the ground!

The peach twigs breathed delicately,
apricot white washed oysters;
protected the girls tumor
lifting the "heavens" on his head.

The tin roofs began to muffle,
who understands their tune, who?
Tulips are cups raised by hills,
silently touching each other.

Pildirar is on the sidewalks of the city
the cloud-shed beads are pleasing.
From the windows of "Children's World"
The dolls look stunned lol.

Beetles seek refuge in forests,
fluttering cypresses;
the streams tore the lips like cucumbers,
mint to the duv-duv spectacle.

The winds tell a funny joke,
The flowers sway and laugh.
Makes amazing rhymes
poet nightingales to poetic poetry.

Angir blueberry, from blueberries
mint, nuts, bark, mustard…
When two ants collide,
embrace each other, greet each other.

Spread out on the hills like girls
yal-yal tulips, yal-yal tulips.
An unfamiliar feeling suddenly entices
children from thirteen to fourteen…

* * *

Silky, peachy, like peach blossoms
my hopes fell on my heart that day.
Colorful smells flew into my breath,
took me high hopes yer

I saw them fly like children,
smelling the blossoming peach blossoms,
embraced the light of the unheated sun,
bright hopes for the bright days…

I saw them flutter their wings like young eagles
They flew at latitudes, at heights.
My hopes are honored, remember my ancestors,
My hopes were sounded for peace!

Lightning over my hopes, thunder,
they are flowers, flowers need air, sun, light,
We need the sky, we need the stars, we need the mother earth!
The earth needs love, the burning tongue!

My hopes are the sun that has not yet risen to the horizon,
my hopes are the moon that still doesn’t love me.
My hopes are the dawn that has not yet shot,
my hopes are the glory that has not yet recognized me…

Silky, peachy, like peach blossoms
my hopes came true again this day,
you need hopes to live in this world,
Find your way between the roads, you too, O heart! ..

Azim SUYUN
THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR

Today is equal to Night and Day -
The sun is stable on the axis of the universe.
Autumn in the Southern Hemisphere,
Spring in the Northern Hemisphere.

Welcome, Navruz, to Uzbekistan,
Loved it, chamomile, almond blossoms.
To the main space where independence turned
Warehouses carry clean winds.

Although the night temperatures are low,
The meat is juicy these nights though.
His devotion to sunny nights
Navruzak * flew in - the ambassador.

Year - From the beginning of the year, here is his breath
Winter torment spread like a fog.
Cliffs, bird nests in trees
He met his "unfaithful" again.

I am a poet in love, a rainbow in the sky,
I waited for the swallow to cut through.
The stomach is full of halim, sumalak,
Let the pot be full, MY COUNTRY!
Navruz is the name of a bird

Muhammad RAHMAN
PURPLE

Scattered in the air
Oromijon is an atr.
Purples are opening
Where the soil is cracked.

Vibrating as it opens,
Pale, pale.
We guys are looking for it
We go to the garden.

"Purple, tell me where you are."
Show me your face.
Maybe this time you're buried
Do yourself a favor.

You may be walking in a line
Along the canals.
You may be standing in the desert
Massage your mirror.

If you enter, maybe slowly,
Quiet without interruption,
Let it fall to the ground until spring
The currents pressed into the pin.

Or hide with us
You're playing without catching up.
Someone who can't stand it,
Without waiting for you.

"There's still winter poison on the ground."
"On the ground," he sighed.
"We're deceived, it's too early,"
"Early," he said with a sigh.

Dude, you're a real spit fire
You have the flu.
Breaths of purple
It's too loose.

Feelings in the heart,
Let's move on again.
Let the despair go,
We find, anyway,

Purple, past spring,
Gone are the summers, gone are the autumns.
I came one day with the world
So close, face to face.

Confidence gave me stability,
He taught me a lesson.
My heart began to struggle,
Sleep escaped my eyes.

Purple, today again,
Feelings are alive, alert.
You are calling us, lo,
The future is bright.

The mud on my boots is layered
Winter's slippery roads,
I'm leaving just for you
My hands outstretched.

You are getting closer day by day,
Your breath is in my soul -
“It’s still early…” - Someone sometimes
He murmurs beside me.

We will not stop but we,
Let's move on again.
Let the despair go,
We will find out anyway!

BOYCHECHAK

The snowdrop is covered with snow,
The noise that awakens the unaware beaches.
Moisture to cool, cool,
There is a day when the blue clouds strike.

These mountains are not mountains, they are kingdoms,
The dormitory of the giants is dark.
It is hard to hit the rocks,
There is a day when the valley flows into the sea.

He is capable of a thousand and one evils, of deceit,
The dark hero of darkness,
A hundred years later, Tahir,
There is a day when he came out of the box safe and sound.

You say, "My face is yellow in the shadow,
I know what happened to me. "
I wish you grass, your roots,
There is a day when the storm blows the plane trees.

To live, to live, not to die,
The one who did not despair in the morning,
This world belongs to the immortal,
There is a day when God feeds us too.

* * *

I feel it now,
Not a coincidence
Armless, stubborn peak -
Nights of ivy rope
Climbing up.
Occupying houses floor by floor
Looking in from the balconies…

I feel it now,
Not a coincidence
Between the cold concrete walls
In the cages,
Parrots, quail
Appeared.
Coincidentally, their morning is faithful
Like rakes in the air
Sometimes ringing, sometimes long sounds…

I feel it now,
Not a coincidence
Gulibeorning in the office
Throwing himself out of the pot on the wall
Looking over my shoulder at my papers…

I feel it now,
No, they are not just flowers.
Not a bird
To our home, to our thoughts
He slipped in unnoticed
The master "spies" of nature.

Revenge is near!
Somewhere behind the mountains
Nervous swaying adl-adl trees,
The blue army.
They are waiting for a decree!
Get started!
Start your walk NATURE!

Shaukat RAHMAN
VIEW

White silence ports in the morning,
glowing in the sunlight
running into a cold city
barefoot green trees.

Instantly the wall rises,
They scattered in the streets.
Pressing their faces to the windows,
adults who decide like children.

HAMAL

The snow has melted,
again threw the old ground.
Huge apricots in the valley
bloomed white overnight.

Did the white clouds land on the ground,
Did miracles happen?
Oh, what a wonderful night
a valley planted with white torches.

Now white on purple nights
holding torches, glorious
once beautiful in latitudes
spring looking for days.

* * *

Days begin to ripen again,
colors in your head,
Your mind is like lightning
enlightening moments are coming.

To a tree that leaves again,
you freeze the rose.
At night on your left chest
nightingale that breaks its cage.

Again to overcome the bar
endure the increase.
Now even if you don’t want to
head touching the stars.

* * *

When he took off his white shirt,
wore a green floral shirt.
Heart, awake, like a butterfly
land on the flowers and play.

Scatter the grass and fly
infinite fields.
Drunk in the arms of teenagers
Tulips captured in the field.

White flames in the gardens,
the heat of the mad winds,
on the street wearing a cherry blossom
the laughter of the flowing girls.

Gurkiragan is the world of this color
they play on emotions
and wonderful days in my life
roses begin to open.

* * *

A lush green tree at dawn
pressed his face to the window,
to the level of the glass -
wrote the flowers softly.

It came in a whistling wind,
in a hurry, rejoicing,
Spring, the body opens and shines,
invaded the perfume district.

Rising power from the ground
to the tip of the wind,
suddenly gold on the green branches
the caves also glow.

As if the sun had broken…
The world is drowning.
Not melting me every spring
a tree that teaches to live.

* * *

Believe, man, believe in spring,
see, spotless as a baby -
shining like fire for the thousandth time
spring showing flowers.

Spring trusts you, look,
heart in the eye of the sail -
waiting for you
you have to love spring.

Look him in the eye, don't drive him -
Do not make a thousandth mistake.
Spring does not leave Astana,
until you return to your origin.

Streams of the eastern sky,
breathes colors,
playful green birds,
will burn the flowers…

THE POET'S EVENING WHEN HE SEE HIS WIFE ON THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING

This woman…
It looked like a bird to me,
music, like a dove - a fantasy when driving.
Where did I adjust my imagination,
This woman looks like a bird!
As if asleep elite…
The image is dull,
He smiles imperceptibly.
Fading or crying - a strange wave,
eyes sadness or humor.
I look like spring…
spring is not good -
this woman is a thousand times more beautiful than spring.
To throw at the foot - to shave the heart,
need burning words,
sincere words.
On an emerald threshold of spring
palms like birds…
Silent slaughter.
The world is like this woman
Is there an emblem other than a bird.
Hadikli's gaze on the mysterious edge
as spotless as a bird in the sky,
I feel,
in the woman's thin handkerchief
what heavy words,
there are sad words.
Invisible words from the woman's hand
one by one I'll be like a magician.
The woman's hands trembled suddenly,
eyes tremble,
trembling lips…
As if before the flight;
the latest wear on thin palms -
as if the last word,
heavy word left,
take the last word
three women…

Osman AZIM
SPRING GARDEN

1

Oh! Sin has spilled out of the world!
Sanmi to the surrounding gardens -
Do you bloom like that, Allah,
Allah, are you so blue ?!

A world of rain is calling!
The universe is re-created - new!
The answer to which of my "oh" -
Are you crying like that, God?

You are generous, be kind boring
Cry Bloom - Reveal…
I am a weed, O God,
I'm a bit young, Jabbor.

2

My root is the soil
I barely picked it up.
Still without snow,
I was impatient, God, bruised.
Unusual green rose from the ground,
I was surrounded by light.
I also have a cocaine interpretation -
I am related to all cocaine.

Indifferent spring flowers:
Option to leave for a good moment,
Hold your hands in the rain -
They are as happy as I am.
I was happy because of your kindness,
My face lit up by lightning -
Free-spirited spring on the terraces
Long to the blues while crawling.

Your gardens are full,
The fog hit my head.
I realized it was a fog, a cloud,
I realized I was from the mountains, too.
The sorrows of winter are over -
Are you lost, too, after all, death?
Left right of branches -
Leaves sprouted buds.

The earth softens like a mother's bosom,
Hair, Life! - The time has come.
Oh, the applause of spring - from God -
The time has come.
Go crazy, light up, go green,
Gulla! - the light mixed with the height.
My nerves, look, lightning -
My body and soul are shining.
I looked at the sky - my eyes met -
A crane gala is passing by.

3

You buried the earth and the sky in the light -
You have shown mercy, Jabbor.
In every idea that grows
You have a tendency to slaves.
Here's to my tired head
It rained wildly.
I felt an awakening in my body -
Mehri kissed me hard blue.

The fire shot into my eyes
Life is short, crazy lightning -
I saw my heart in myself -
My soul suddenly turned green.
On the hills of my imagination
Tulips made his stomach bleed.
In my sad lines
A bird fluttered its wings.

No, I did not regret it -
I'm not! I am your moan!
Jabbor! A bird cries in my line -
Is he mine or yours?
Lined up - my lungs are full,
"Kur-yey" - my eyes were watering.
The bride is in the cool of the morning,
My hair is wet in the dew,
When I walk in your gardens -
God, I felt, my heart is still full…
My root is the soil
I lifted the particle free.
It's time to dump her and move on
I'm blue, God, I'm blue…

4

Not worth it to me anymore
To open my heart openly.
It's okay - crazy
Lightning hidden in my chest;
Or watch - rejoice -
Butterflies flying in the heart;
Suddenly waking up looking for both -
The rainbows in my dreams;

Or inspired us to the light
When you tell the truth, speak the truth -
To put the head on condition
For the brethren, myself;
Hate the horse on the road -
Shine a light of love on the lost
And return the heart to the coin
Revealing cell venom…

Oh, he gave himself to me
Life! Repentance is in my chest.
It was blown away by the wind
When do you go back in time?
As the stars flow,
The passenger world over my head…
Why pass, after all, as a guard,
I want to be in pain, after all, oh!
Let me know, my heart, to the sky -
I started a new life:
I don't like it, look, heart
My bitter tears will flow.

5

Well, the sky is dim in my head,
Chilla winter in the spring -
In the midst of significant confusion to me
It’s a matter of self-awareness.
In the wide gardens of mercy
The bar blossomed like a tree.
From the tortures of the chars of hatred
Getting rid of the magic of the heart.

In the quiet whirlpool of the Spirit
Tan ashes while flying,
I want to dodge the heart
Let the flowers of life resound.
I broke my heart like a flower!
God, send a flower to a difficult person…
God, what game did I break -
Does anyone need flowers?

6

Not losing his voice,
The heart is still mad.
Just bssas next to him
The wise Kaikovus appeared.
The nights are still full,
Ribs - thirst - tanda.
Only the lover woke up in his heart
A slave who sows his head to Tazarru.

Mercy overwhelmed the body,
All my words came out of the well.
My body is completely gone -
Only my eyes sharpened.
The heart is now at its peak,
Low curtain melodies broken -
My body is burning,
I am slowly increasing my youth.

A poem that has moved like a stone from the heart
More in life, more in death?
I don't understand, is it Earth?
Or a handful of soil in the palm of your hand?
At the end of this poem, harmony
He repeated to my heart:
- Easy three - the sky is far,
The ground is hard - walk comfortably.

Khurshid DAVRON
SPRING POEMS

* * *

I'm very early tomorrow
I disturb my peaceful sleep.
Although I wear a white shirt,
I walk the fields.

Green grass
Press the lips to the bands,
I caress like a little girl,
Whispering in his ear.

Then to the shoulder of the moon
Let go of my hand,
I open my heart,
It will be clear that night…

* * *

The sky is still dim,
The sun is still shining.
They rub their eyes,
The sun itself is still hard on the taffeta.

A day between winter and spring.
Wait, heart, early morning
The night that leaves the buds
And the sun shines in the sky.

* * *

The wind shakes the tree at night,
The trees trembled, sad, bent,
A woman comes to the tree,
Rinse your delicate feet in the dew.

He spreads flowers in a handful,
Amazing gardens full of wonder.
When he starts to sing, he bites the flowers
Dry branches begin to wake up.

I BECAME A TREE AT NIGHT…

I turned into a tree at night
and I saw my reflection in the sky.

Wrap the stars around my horn
I looked: the melody was glistening.

The world slept like a butterfly,
The river like me did not sleep.

I turned into a tree at night -
my branches grew towards the morning.

* * *

There are no buds yet,
Spring is still far away,
Epkins do not eat,
Snow lying on the slopes.

Still high mountains
White snow turban.
Untouched gardens
Still sunny.

The snow melts anyway,
Distributed districts,
A mystery that opens
Flower bushes.

The wind from the east
Brings spring,
Hearts at that moment
Pleasant winds.

Shows Jamal
The sky is clear,
Flowers with buds
It grows crimson.

Growing grass
He stretches out his tongue,
By pressing the leaves on the fibers
Bukar's fair waist.

But no one does that
Never notice,
Love in your heart
Unopened flowers.

SPRING BUTTERFLIES

1
When the flowers wake up
My heart turned into a butterfly,
In the flying green meadow
Like a children's song.

2
Sun in the early morning us
Towards the embrace of spring.
Forget the pain and tears,
Joe will be the sky in my heart.

3
Flowers ringing heads,
This sound tickles the tongue.
A garden with birds singing in the distance -
I remember my childhood.

4
It flies through the stars
My butterfly is a bright full moon.
Sleeping birds,
Only the stream that stays awake.

* * *

It's raining gold
It's over. In the spring!
Botanic violence
It flowed in the river.

Peach blossoms
Iskadim in the garden -
My trembling heart,
He was trembling.

I didn't fit. Dalaga
I went out.
To distant hills
I'm in a hurry.

Lying in the meadow
I thought for a long time -
Like an eternal song
It seemed my life.

* * *

Along the wall at night
Walking hasty spring -
Melt overnight and thin
Snow fell to the ground from the trenches.

Willow in the garden at night
It was a winter dream.
The wind tore at his chest
The teeth of the branches came out.

Snow in the woods at night
Moved towards the black cliffs -
The stars are dusty at night
The young sky sprinkled over the snow.

Looking forward to the night
I waited for the spring sun.
But spring did not bring
A book of words I forgot.

Muhammad YUSUF
I'M GREEN

To Ozod Sharafuddinov

My hair is white, I begged in the spring:
Give me a pinch of blueberries.
I longed for you in the snow,
Give me a pinch of blueberries.

Let blue violets shine on my heart,
Let Kokili get a haircut,
Open the way to the flower -
Give me a pinch of blueberries.

You are the beginning and the end of the season,
You are the companion of the insane.
You are the secret of the lilies,
Give me a pinch of blueberries.

Come and miss the man now,
You shrugged your shoulders in grief,
I buried my father in the snow…
Give me a pinch of blueberries.

Dress me with blue,
Barefoot baby,
Take away the pain in my chest,
Give me a pinch of blueberries.

I'm not angry with the swan that went in the fall,
Don't believe knocking on the door again.
We came out of the winter with Qumri,
Give me a pinch of blueberries.

I will take care of John,
I am the blue that satisfies the eyes.
Will I reach you again or not,
Give me a pinch of blueberries.

Let the tongue spread, let the field be made,
Mint lying on the water's edge.
A two-line byte bit boasts,
Give me a pinch of blue!

Iqbal MIRZA
NAVRUZ SONG

I saw hands that did not know spring,
I saw places where a flower didn’t laugh.
I will miss you Navruz
I look at your palm, my farmer, my country,
Learn from yourself, my gardener, my country.

Chuchmoma swaying, ringing bell,
Awakened soil that smells of life,
Lightning draws the image of the root,
I look at your palm, my farmer, my country,
Learn from yourself, my gardener, my country.

Sumalak invites the guest,
Your daughters will tie the knots.
Bridge rainbows to happiness,
I look at your palm, my farmer, my country,
Learn from yourself, my gardener, my country.

O soft hand of the palm of your hand,
Dark in the sun, white hand in the heart,
He opened his hands in prayer, his hands white,
I look at your palm, my farmer, my country,
Learn from yourself, my gardener, my country.

You have a holy place, you have a blessed sky,
You have a mountain to lean on, you have faith in your heart.
There is a great gardener in the great garden,
I look at your palm, my farmer, my country,
Learn from yourself, my gardener, my country.

Nurullah ASTON
NAVRUZ

The canals were occupied by mint fragrance,
The swallows came from somewhere happy,
We said goodbye to winter, goodbye,
Come, Navruz, have a nice visit.

Beating, cracking flower trees,
Kissing girls on the porch,
What a joy it is to be in these boxes
May the bond of the heart be fulfilled.

The mountains rose, the steppes and fields rose,
There was a song on his lips,
The bride was moved in the house
Let love gulobidin navo to the heart.

Friendly, hospitable guest,
To sleep differently,
A patch that will last a lifetime
Praise be to this handful.

The ornaments are shaken,
Occasional storms
Some people live like lizards,
Let the scorpion season be good for these muscles.

What young beings long for is in the horns,
Waking up in the middle of the night,
It is an eternal fire burning in the heart,
Come, Navruz, welcome and good luck.

kh-davron.uz