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

LISTEN, NIGHTINGALE

Nightingale’s warbling, stream’s singing, It seems everywhere radiant rays. Tender soul’s full of sweet tunes,

As if love’s companion in these days.

Stop, nightingale, let’s I will sing.

And you listen to my heart’s song.

If I call my beloved — spring,

Flowers may aflame in jealousy wrong.

I love. Love was in my thought.

Listen to my fondle soul’s wave.

You are so tuneful, but learn Loyalty is my song’s fame.

Hoppy

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CHILD

Why without loving, fondling, kissing, Why won’t I say him my life?

Why won’t I say him the light of my eye? Why won’t I say my sweet, honey?

Child is sweet, together with him,

Comes happiness to family,

Descending eyes to eyes,

Love shines so endlessly.

Being your fortune in front of you,

He grows day by day strong.

What luck, in your life garden If grows a flower young.

If he smiles, his sweet smile Sweeps aside sorrows all.

Let’s tell, dearer than a child,

Can you see anything in this world?

Oh, my child, oh, you are my light,

W⁷ho can be as you for me?

I wish to you high flight,

I wish to see you happy.

Your sweet word, limitless love,

World’s excite for me long.

Soul is nice garden with you,

You are inspiration to my song.

May grow' being in peace, healthy,

Wy love is shelter to your head.

I’ll sing a lullaby happily, gently While the moon is overhead.

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Devoted to Saida Zunnunova

Alas, expired from life a bard,

Her child, her pen left alone.

To my mind, all words in her heart.

Shed more tears than us in deep tone.

Patience and console all can found,

Poignant and life were born together.

A song’s speechless without sound,

Was given to cold ground forever...

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Life is passing... There is no mark of regret, For labor and pen, soul is desperate. Misfortune takes our fortune sometime,

But the life’s fascinating sublime.

I enjoyed in pleasant time happily., free,

I haven't fallen even, when it's blizzard. Though, I^?m less harvest tree,

My sense’s alive, alive my heart.

May my song will find nation, friend,

Burns pen in searching intend.

When you utter toiler and.

May mention me too, that moment!

H as flown bird’s child,

There left a dark, empty nest.

World seems smaller to its sight. Under the feather, aches its chest,

Grief and question coming each side, Becoming heavy its head.

Birds, a pair of wings tied,

Dive into life’s heart.

The nest cries out from emptiness, Chests took the place of birds as toys, Wind seems as their sound,

Dreams treat by sharing joys.

«Come to the centre» you say.

But, what's importance of a place.

You know that, soul demands soul, Travel lands in the aim of seeing face.

When I see myself at friend’s sight,

As a princess I rejoice.

The only sun touches my eyes,

I wander in the valley of joys.

From the heat of caring souls,

Boiling inspiration lifts spirit.

Seeing in bright crown of poetry,

Is there any joy better than it?

Sing, the pure life of love May the stone speaks,

May the ice blooms,

Love, glad contaminated soul’s song,

Sing, may faces smile like tulips.

Don’t sing about parting, my beautiful flower!

I WAS LOVE

I was love,

I was greatly dizzy with love,

A sad blow woke me up when I was hardly thirty. Then in separation I was aflame Like a sulfur flame.

«Where is the bard who had won fame With his songs like river waves Where is the happy man who could feel me In brilliant dawns, in the warm rays»

When a shower of apricot blossoms Were floating in the air,

In the breezes I used to see his fluttering curly hair.

With great soul he loved the universe,

My dreams he grew more active.

In his many colored, tuneful verse,

I saw myself attractive.

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Where is the bard, a thoughtful young man? Why in your eyes drops of rain?

Why are you alone, where he had gone?

Why should I see you in such pain?

How I dare to answer Her questions about you,

So I led her mutely Towards to your quiet tomb.

The spring, then kissed your tomb And she whispered to my ears.

She said something on you warm And swept aside trouble of years

Everywhere scent of fLowers,

What a nice life’s art.

A tender song with sweet tune,

Design my empty heart.

Longing in my soul, your pen in my hand,

I sing the life without fear.

While I breathe on this sacred land,

You’re also alive, alive dear!

I’M AGAIN SOBBING FOR SPRING TODAY

I'm sobbing for spring today again,

As hasten as my own spring.

I'm sobbing for spring today again,

Soul became blister by expecting.

Come to the ice crust of land

Pursue to somewhere the rest of winter.

Waiting was enough for end

Tune rages in tube called a soul.

Sorrow, suffer, calm or melody Anyway, its ache is hard.

Whatever comes and what it may be,

It comes from soul, heart.

Spring is birthday, melody season. Everything’s beautiful in the universe.

The most gentle feelings’ kin —

A midwife need to my verse.

Let's spreading out my trembling soul,

I will take it to my joint.

The only request: by giving ray and happine Just swaddle, if my tube is wistful.

And you know, you won’t be old,

To the layer of widen grains year.

All the time the youth song on singing, You left in youth season forever.

How beautiful youth times come,

To everlasting life’s pathways That time also, apricots will blossom, You will be in the centre of bosom.

WITHOUT YOU

My life passed without you,

Expect returns of non-returning delight.

When I kneel to the head side grave of you, Handling my arms, children made me stand right.

From that time, I’m still standing, shelter for all, To joy, spring too, also for winter poignant.

I shed tears in someone’s lament,

At someone’s wedding I enjoyed as a gazelle.

But when I stay alone with my soul,

When I listen to the plea of emotions Sometimes, feeling weak and thirsty,

From suffer, without reply I ask questions.

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

To the more elegant beauty, lover, you Haven’t drawn in you brighter than me,

All heaven doors were open to you,

Why haven’t you left me?

Made you crazy in love, earthy beauty,

Why haven’t you left me when you were in life? Alive separating sorrow is misery,

Disgrace ends suffering the life.

To .his LE-rrih^e woe I give a way beneath.

Even, go gai hering by soul feeling you.