- After a dinner
Now I know this life is so fast,
Like the sun in the sky it is going.
The clouds wait flaming with grief,
The dreams the days are swallowing.
More painful are today’s songs
Love (if it exists) is more virtuous.
The separation refines today’s nights,
The burning calls are only inquiries.
Hey friend, let’s not grieve with envy,
There is no time to leave with hate.
Making us to wait in West and East,
Oh, the time itself has no time to wait!.
And now my persistence was gone,
I have lost to the years, felt relief.
This soul needs love and is broken,
On the tree I’m hanging like a leaf.
2 ***
These far ways are making branches,
My soul is joining their passers.
Looking after them how long should I burn,
If people step on them my head I’ll lay down.
The mount ways, single ways, do, know me,
Do, have the horseman gone far come, see.
Should he return I’d be his way under foot
Spraying gold on him in his garden I’ll a bud
Scattering the stone can’t tell their grieves ,
I’ll dust and wash shedding tears of my eyes.
Do the crossroads have their gardens, dears,
For my friends do they have wrong-doers?
These ways stretch far making paths,
My forty souls join these by-passers.
There is one Motherland, only one.
There are many beggars of sweet words,
The burning eyes have many self-sacrifices,
There are countries which have many gods,
There is a Motherland, but only one.
May those who left the Motherland, say,
May those who feel strong passion, say,
May those who tasted the poison of regret, say,
There is a Motherland, but only one.
My Temur Grandfather, the owner of the world,
Who defeated the ages like an attacking storm,
Whose a drop of blood is running in my vein,
There is a Motherland, but only one.
There are some who leave their mothers,
There are some who leave their children,
But it is the Motherland which leaves none,
There is a Motherland, but only one.
Why is blood over-running my vein,
If men have ten souls I have forty one,
If I’m asked one I’ll sacrifice them all,
There is a Motherland, but only one.
4. GO AWAY
Why did you come back?
Do you still want to learn my tongue?
Saying the words not having being told
Do you want to tear my heart and lung?
Go away,
You had already gone away long ago,
Leaving me alone with separation’s lot
When I wept you made me a laughing stock,
If you return what shall I say to my heart?
Go away,
I don’t recognize, it is that love that
Has lost hope turning into ash and pot.
Prior the crown you’d lived was the heart
Now the way to the crown is blocked
Go away,
Into graveyards those gardens had turned,
You’re a gravedigger, dug down feelings, pure.
The name of stony creeks is patience yard,
His friend is another man, a foe you are.
5 ***
The patience of gardens ended, finished,
There beds are fallen leaves, hands are free.
Over their heads are clouds , veins are ice,
It has enforced its decree the severe winter
The garden doesn’t care who comes who leaves,
There is neither jolly applaud, nor a secret song.
The garden is unable to serve to the dating,
For the sick friends the door is closed long.
You’ve become a slave of the fall, haven’t you?
How miserable you are, how dreadful you are.
Look, I ‘m leading a quiet, peaceful life,
Having borne the eternal fall of the love, dear.
6. My free bird
My free bird, why did you push yourself,
Into the old cage with tortures, imprisoned,
Be conscious at least once, open your eyes,
How can you say farewell in the last moment.
When I was blind, I gave you the freedom,
When was I gone away from his tramps,
Now are closed the doors of pleasures,
I left the peaceful corner in the distance.
My dear soul, keep sleeping at my breast,
I ‘ve no enough strength for love, missing.
Well, there will come none seeking you,
Don’t tremble along with bell’s ringing…
7. Can’t I be worth…
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I wish there could be somebody in the world,
Who misses, wants, suffers to see me, hard.
Over my head is a sword, grief- pity, I wish
He were a little late for tearing the heart
I go round escaping from myself,
Even I have no desire to listen to my heart,
Why are you tempting, opening your breast,
Don’t you see my heart is a flaming pot, hot
This false, this magic world,
Would tear our pure hearts out.
Once a day seems long, hundred – short,
It would tear love from the heart, no doubt.
In my blood there is love for affection,
Even from your winter I ask spring.
In this state when I’m thirsty, very hot,
How I could be worth for your missing.
8. I want to be a flower
I had given the snow my roots,
Seeing why did I fancy to be a flower?
The cloud had hidden my stars,
Seeing I fancied to be a bright day, ever.
My forty souls I wanted to sacrifice,
How many are left I’m unaware?
Having entered into my blood, the tulips,
Waved expecting your visit, dear.
Do years perceive my language,
Do they hand the rein to me so?
In my desert soul not drained with rain,
Would a little plant be set to grow…
9. I’ve turned into the moon
On the day I met you I was poor, alone,
I believed in your fairy-tales, legend,
To make alive the hopeless women,
My god bestowed men with speech.
I forgot the quiet and lonely room,
In the dream’s sky I became the moon.
Is there such a bight road to your side,
You presented a wing to my sad mood.
I’m sick and tired of love, sorrow, hate,
My legends too I’ve already said.
What did you do, come, I want to live
Returning to the world I’ve denied.
10. Power is in justice
Those words engraved in Temur’s sword,
Those words burned the coward as fire,
Had defeated the ages like a sword,
Were gone to the ages like a sword.
The power with justice are in a ship,
The wrongdoers fleet in confusion,
Neither years can show resistance
Nor ways can show persistence.
If you are right, display your power,
If you are strong, do treat with justice,
Take to yourself what I have or not,
And present me his soul, oh love, no price.
