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

WHERE ARE YOU, MY HEART?

When my soul was in afar lands, Will and power will become feeble. Among me, there’re a lot of friends, However, I feel lonely and single.

Suddenly, my soul became so old, Turn into pale my face.

Looking for you, my gold,

Dreams follow in your trace.

Where have you gone my heart? End the patience, toleration.

Soul is full of distress hard,

My only wish is your conversation.
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sobbing for your reprimand. Touwiu cry’ say friends of mine,

will you recommend?

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Wbat shall I do? Say • to me

Oh, you are my unkind.

When I see you, people claim There’s fire in my eyes,

In that fire’s flame,

Everything is wrong without you.

Ever loyal to the soul my eyes,

To hide the truth they shut tight; Wandering in my blood, in my eyes You are that fire, that delight.

It’s okay, be far away,

But be my heart’s heat.

My melody isn’t in a trap,

If you need a poem or soul, take it.

I bow to Motherland, to this sacred Earth,

My dream is caravan, my leader - belief...

(This evening...)

We hope this poetry will be closely connected with your souls too.

Nasir Khambarov, assistant professor

Pushkin, Lermontov ' and other poets. She was awarded the Javaherlal Nerii prize (1968) and the Nilufar prize (1971), those are international prizes, Uzbekistan’s Khamza prize (1970), and Bulgaria’s Kirill and Mefodiy prize (1972). She visited many foreign countries and had a lot of friends. The role of Zulfiya in strengthening friendship between people of the world is great: She contributed much to the development of culture and spirituality.

For outstanding merits of Zulfiya the President of the Republic of Uzbekistan Islam Karimov signed a Decree on the celebration of the 100th anniversary of her birth.

Due to this significant Decree, Zulfiya’s selected poems have been translated into English from source language by talented translator and poetess Begoyim Kholbekova. We think the translator could feel well what the poetess had meant. She tried to retain meaning, form, rhymes and as well as tune of poem:

Suddenly, seeing you lifeless,

My heart stopped beating too.

As if acting as mindless,

Emotions have left with you.

I wished in front of your body,

Being together at that time,

I could have entered as blood in you,

I could have given my pulse to you...

(Sorry, I was uninformed)

This evening my soul fresh and new,

Tm happy again seeing of your grace.

I stand, my dear, in front of you,

Still with burning heart, with bright face.

Still my treasure — a lively verse,

Lines on my face I accept as glee.

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I was love. Zulfiya. Translation by Begoyim Kholbekova. Tashkent. «Akademnashn>, 2015. -
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