You live forever in hearts of ours, With boiling verses we all feel smug

MUSHOIRA¹

The evening has come with wondrous view. Extend wings over beautiful land- Now vivid mushoira begins for you,

Come, come nearer, my friend!

Here the friends from far away Become close, this is feast of art.

Here rhymes, words compete today,

And all lines from the heart.

Whose soul is rich, who’s more charming? All profound thoughts here are.

In lively conversation poets sing,

Oriental flower garden this mushoira.

The evening has come with wondrous view, Extend wings over Indian lands.

Now lively mushoira will continue,

We are with friends.

Hearts are together, tunes clear,

There is no need for a splendid hall.

To this poem garden from far, near.

The bards have brought their songs all.

The Nile’s power seems more above In a poet’s delight.

Another bard shows his love For the Ganges this night.

For us shelter wonderful tent,

It’s shape of mango grand.

‘ Mushoira — feast of poetry. In this feast poets read their poems turn by turn and listen to each others with great interest.

My trust is still real and truth,

I speak looking at the holy Kaaba. Transient fate cannot frustrate,

My spirit will pass peaceful forever.

Thanks for honor, thanks for respect, You're the Sun in fact, I’m its light.

Ma)^ your dawns smile freely, I expect,

I’m fortunate Zulfiya of the Uzbeks, bright.

MY FRIENDS

My heart suffered so much,

I feel lonely, today.

Miss heat of my friends such Increase day-by, day.

Summoned my world to its depth,

I wanted to sit side by side.

My thirsty desperate for talks Go crazy in this world bright.

If my pen moves weak,

I feel wear some to you.

If my opinion’s further than flight,

I travel searching you.

And after finding love heating talk,

All right, if I feel weak sometime.

Soul gathers energy⁷ from these flames, As beam taken by sunny sublime.

Not knowing sparkle trace in shade, Sparkling is better than silent ends.

I don’t like to have quietly fate,

I wish to die when among friends.