***
Rain… is a piece
of my massive heart
Which is falling
down like a wrecked glass.
And a brown
leaf, an old tree –
Wishes of my
poor sister
Which were
waited a long and never came true.
They burned hope
Collecting it
like the leaves of autumn.
It is still
smoking.
That smoke makes
eyes weep, makes heart cry.
Someone tries to
hide himself,
Others peep from
a hole
So as not to get
wet or sick
Thanks to the
pieces of my heart.
Oh, the Mother
Earth, no one except you
Understand me like
my mum.
I am absorbing
into you slowly and slowly
Now as to end
your sorrow
And to finish
your pains,
To fulfill your
dreams
I am absorbing
into your roots, sister.
***
The midnight
My soul leans on
stooped willow.
Rain washes
faces of my dreams.
Tongue of my
eyes blossom so well
Rainy streets
consume my footprints.
The midnight
My pains are
tangled like an ocean wave,
They yell to the
seashore like an angry dog.
I want to
present you my only heart but
You do not need
it – what an epilogue.
The midnight
Rain and snow
fall in a mixed way,
Curtains of
blind fog will be torn down.
All I have will
collapse like an old wall,
Heart faces
great torture till the dawn.
The midnight
Moon is full,
stars are bright, night is calm
My eyes get
tired of waiting for you, love.
Like a feather,
my soul moves to the stars
I am to stay in
this loveless world, though.
The midnight…
Jealousy
Lightning, a
skillful artist, gets ready
Shoots the
beauty of nature in one.
Wind, adroit
helper, running all the way
Makes the hair
of girlish trees done.
Suddenly, making
a threatening noise
Jealous rain
arrives there in hurry.
Being vexed, it
expels the wind and,
Slaps all the
trees without sorry.
Instantly the
leaves sigh in horror
The tree shouts:
“Go away, please!”
Morning. Rain
stops with all regret,
Trace of slap is
seen in tree’s phiz.
Translated Into
English By Shokhrukh Usmonov
ZILOLA KHUJANIYOZOVA
ZILOLA KHUJANIYOZOVA: She was born in
1973 in Kashkadarya region. Member of the Union of Writers of Uzbekistan.
Winner of the Ulugbek Award. She is the author of about ten poetry and
publicist books.
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