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SPRING WISHES
Why does the spring hymn not fall from the gazelle,
Poets sing spring songs from time immemorial?
Lovers staring at the blue expanse,
The songs burn the heart.
A flower on the forehead of the holy old men,
Grandmothers are spring in the game.
Old castles that live for a moment,
People who are incredibly charming.
Yes, I have a lot of spring poems,
There is a reason for this.
My dear, look at the bud for a moment,
For the time being, he is hiding something strange.
The colors live in it, maybe pink, white,
Surprisingly, the thorn is also soft for now.
In the morning the head rises in the breeze,
Oh, how wild the latifu is.
He is the grandson of the original hero,
Nash'u's expressions are noble for now.
Human behavior is interesting, life-threatening,
He stroked the lion, scared of the lion.
Spring is as sweet as a homeless baby,
The desire for goodness is hidden in his bosom.
The chorus of the bud from the nashtar
Her face looks sweet.
In the breeze without turning into a storm - a baby
A cradle that spreads hearts in Ozur.
There is always hope for the human child,
That's why I wish you spring:
If evil does not poison the world,
If it does not open wounds in innocent hearts.
If it does not cover, bury the ground straw
The black dust of horrific massacres.
1983
Abdulla Oripov