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In these days I’m sobbing for spring, There’s not youth heat in heart.

Fm despondent like autumn.

Fruits are also picked up in yard.

Fm sobbing for spring in these days, Sorrows suffer my spirit.

Fm not alone, Fm among crowd, What else looks for, my greed?

in these days,

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It’s peerless sparing of my land.

Fm flaming snow, flaming.

Or sprout’s pruned by dumsy hand.

I'm sobbing for spring in these days...
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WHEN I MISSED

How long I haven’t seen you?

Oh my soul’s glorious bard.

How long has been for me and you, Talking together from the heart?

How about the soul, my soul’s brightly, Book in which was written love song.

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«Find out»- saying rouses so long.

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Both of us know there’s power strongly Attract to you as a nice art.

I’d try to forget but, the only,

Its heat exceeds in my heart.

Also the nature, friend, rival too,

Leave all of them in wander.

I wish we meet and, come to life you,

In that died lip kiss tender.

Saying the king of my soul, you

All right, that time, I’ll fall to your knees.

Swinging from happiness in front of you,

I want to melt in tears of love and miss.

HAVE YOU SEEN TEARS IN MY EYES?

Missing, I am looking for a sign,

I betake myself to the grave side of you. Every time flowers you brought to me, Now, I will deliver them to you.

I came. I was silent for a long time And I stayed alone in front of you.

The sky was blue, but at that time,

A cloud arrived and showed its view.

Standing above my head,

It floated as if my heart.

Seeing in my eyes cry, sad Its tears repeatedly shed.

We wept above you that day,

You haven’t raised head as a mean. With you, in happy times let's say,

In my eyes, drops have you seen?

Why? Why haven’t you left me?

I know jealousy bring accident one day.

I will curse who would you prefer?

I won’t follow after you as grief shade.

But, I wait with the proud of life,

You will stay alive for my fate.

I expect desperately joy news of pen...

Live in pair together with your destiny. Becoming difficult to create satisfaction,

Why haven’t you left me, haven’t you left me?

APRICOTS WILL BLOOM.

On the favorite land of bard,

Fragrant spring wanders bright.

WTiat a garden! Even, on the rock hard Apricot tree bloomed turning white.

Everywhere white flowers,

Even, beautiful are deserts’ sand.

See the view of country of ours People make it flourishing land.

Companions gathered this day,

They remembered your name.

So much sorry I feel for you today,

I took your place by your fame.

Today, you are seventy years old. Where had gone half of this life?

Thirty five times slantingly blossomed, Thirty five times apricots ripened.

Who counted you as grey bearded?

I don’t know their names.

Singing about love and dawn steadily, You left me dusk time of life.

Creating dawns from eventides,

1 feel m^'self as thirty five year old. Missing you when every spring comes, your Yxsmds I hold.

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And I walk with you generously, Mation wished calm down to you.

WHOM ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

On the way, your eyes are impatience,

Hey mature beauty than the spring.

To my soul, your distress is offence,

For I know that love has parting.

Whom are you waiting for, from where? Has anyone promised saying I will come. Being faithfully to your agreement For your tender feelings you search a balm.

Your lip is like the blood of lover soul,

It glows in the innocent flame.

Your dark eyes sparkle with love You want to hide their aim.

Hey, pretty girl, kind girl,

Hey, sincere virgin girl.

You suffer in nice flame,

Who’s that scoundrel, you wait for.

I don’t ask sorry, angel and so,

Don’t mention the groundless name sound. Decorating the sky of spring rainbow,

Such a quickly disperse to the ground.

Calm to the soul bright star of you Sparkle in somewhere lightly.

Love, faith looking for trace of you, - Counting a real fortune is you.

THE SPRING HAS COME ASKING FOR YOU...

At nice dawns, in the almond flowers,

The spring appeared, beautiful spring.

In the velvet valleys, in the lilac’s lips,

The spring smiled, beautiful spring.

How you loved, darling, this charming season,

The apricot blooms admired you much.

The sleepy buds of the flowers Open their eyes by your kind touch.

Oh, you my beloved, this time also

The spring’s come and searched for you lot.

She asked you from gloomy night,

And the night’s answer was: «I don’t know, not...»

And, to find you she became a breeze,

And she wandered through gardens there.

Then she looked for you among the trees She asked your name from leaves, dear.

But could not find you anywhere,

Then she became a strong storm.

Then she rushed into the air

And she searched message about you warm.

She went to search upon the plain,

And she asked the shepherd who watched the herd: * Where is the poet?» In a deep pain The shepherd answered not a word.

Then she slipped into my room,

And kissed my babies: Hulkar and Omon.

Then touching gently my humid cheeks.

In her questions she went on:

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Oh, love, show me, show me your face,

Is there a sword or wine in your treasure? Sometimes you rejoice the hearts with grace, Sometimes you injure them beyond measure.

DON’T SING ME ABOUT PARTING

Devoted to Gulgina Zokirova

Don’t sing me about parting,

I had already sung.

Is there any secret that I can’t reach?

I had passed its long, harsh way.

Why do you need to pass this way again?

Don’t sing me about parting, for what repeating? A wail beats the heart into thousand pieces.

M}' soul flowed melting into tears.

Neither God, nor human could find a way.

Don't repeat my flower,

You are fondling of fortune.

Glad fits to your good voice,

Endless cry of this unfortunate love Suffers your soul, what’s an injustice!

Don’t sing me about parting,

Even though your voice like nice dawn If you sing, beautiful lily's view Turns into saffron-colored as dusk glow.

Why from that amazing gazelle gaze,

Sheds hot tears, burning your face.

My flower! In parting, in falling wail.

Has the sun ever seen your beauty?

Shuffling how many utensils of lovers,

I found the tear as sorrow of life.

Considering others, not crying after me,

I wrote torrent of my dolor in poem.