10-синф инглиз тили дарслигига Муҳаммад Юсуф ижодидан қилган таржимам киритилибди, бехабар эканман. My translation of a poem by Muhammad Yusuf was included in a textbook for tenth grade schoolchildren in Uzbekistan.
Dear Friends, Please meet a wonderful young Uzbek poet Baxtiniso Mahmudova. You are with me! You are with me, And my days fill with fresh feeling And mellow chime, There is Spring that’s fairly healing In Falls all the time. In[…]
Шоира, маданият ходими, куратор Инесса Финкельштейн Тошкентда туғилиб, ўсган. Саккизта китоби, жумладан, кейинги йилларда ёзган ажойиб шеърлари киритилган “Мой хадж” шеърий тўплами нашр этилган. Рус тилида ижод қилади. Бир нечта халқаро маданий лойиҳалар, кўргазмалар муаллифи. Ўзбекистон, Россия, АҚШ, Европа давлатларидаги[…]
People assume peri and houri must be so fascinating, But my own angel is a hundred times more captivating. There are many instigations, many beauties nowadays, None of them can make a thousands of all plots my love’s creating. Day[…]
When a hundred lights appear out of mirror of your cheek, In front of this shine the sun will turn into a speck, so weak. We will liven up while we enjoy the wind of your existence, Even the breath[…]
It’s good to learn every profession, for you the rank will not be luck, If you have no occupation, Ibrat, in distress you’ll get stuck. *** When a man does a good job, he will be happy and glad, Lazy[…]
A call for English/French/Spanish/ German translator/ editor of the poems by Father of Uzbek literature, Alisher NAVOI (1441-1501). My dear poet and writer friends outside Uzbekistan, please feel free to share this information. Jahon Adabiyoti (World Literature) monthly magazine printed[…]
Despite night fell, to light darkness, my sweetheart is out of sight, Because of fire of this torment in each breath my heart would ignite. What if my hidden suffering is not seen through my chest hole? The seam[…]
OYBEK *** I fix my eyes on you, indeed I love you, I melancholy look into the distance. Neither sun, nor spring, nor blooming view – To my longing – can render assistance. I miss you and my soul is[…]
Spring is like absolute hell for me without you, The red bloom is fire in it, the white has icy view. It’s not strange – without you – spring is inferno, Since paradise will – sans his face – turn[…]