Category: Translations from Uzbek poetry

by Abdurauf Fitrat A lovely star, The most precious one of our land, Why did you run away from us so far? Why did you not speak to dear friend? Tell, how are things, do you like this world, Star?[…]

THERE IS A WORD Beautiful as a fresh dawn As a bud opened in the morning Clean like a drop of dew in the bud. There is a word like A sweet child of honeyed feelings As if joy of[…]

Dear Friends! Please meet OMON MATJON, a national poet of Uzbekistan, former editor-in-chief of a reputed literary magazine. His poem below is in harmony with my feelings these days: Life is flying, flying day, Kings and crown pass away, Luck[…]

Dear friends! Please meet a national poetess of Uzbekistan and my hero, Halima Khudoyberdiyeva: Live proudly I am not able to know: Is this world wisdom or gold? I wished all the magic revealed, every time, but was surprised, They[…]

You don’t believe – but I am still alive, Four seasons and four winters on my shoulder. It’s not easy in forty years to strive – For the heaviest heart to become a holder.

A ghazal by Alisher Navoi Hey, Friends Distressed lovers suffer from the beloved’s separation, hey friends, I do not have my truelove, so I’m not in laceration, hey friends. Would you advise that I need to keep the sweetheart’s love[…]

(A letter to my poet friend on Alpamysh) Alpamysh is sleeping in the Arpali Desert. I will not bother him. If he wakes up, what shall we ask him to do, Khurshid Davron? Will he sell sunflower seeds at the[…]