I am a deep well
I am not with those folks Who see the world In the color of praise, Who put themselves Higher than their ego. Amongst them I feel Like a proud martin On the window Of a Sufi’s mausoleum. As if it[…]
Category: Poems
My New Book of Poems in Uzbek and English
A local publishing house called “Mashrab” (actually this is the name of a 17th century classical Uzbek poet) has published this new book of mine, which consists of poems I wrote in both Uzbek and English. Here I post an[…]
Peaceful fragrant faith over Ukraine
At the entrance An 8-year-old cute schoolboy Full of tin soldiers in his backpack A middle-aged man On his artificial limbs A one-eyed old woman With her stick Want to join the military. None of them say they came To[…]
‘No war’ poetry reading
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Zombie Hostage
Zombie Hostage With basic education This handsome Russian soldier Has no clear idea Why he was sent to border And then to Ukraine As he answers questions Truth flies far above Someone Shoot me on my heart – I want[…]
Relations in Wartime
Relations in Wartime The black eye of an Uzbekistani schoolboy who got injured for his support Some pensioners from a remote Uzbek village Wanting to send their pensions to Kyiv Sharing conflict stories or “Recognize your son’s dead body” posts[…]
Пардангни оч, халқ бир тупурсин!
Иблисга қўл берган валломат, Юзинг бўлса, кўрсат, жин урсин! Саодат йўқ, учди ҳаловат, Пардангни оч, халқ бир тупурсин! Ўринбосар, босдинг қай гўрни, Нечун нуқул бир ўзинг тутқун? Арзир этмоқ бошлиқ, элхўрни Борса келмас ерларга сургун! Тилинг қайга кирган, зиёли? Мунча[…]
Ҳаёт, асли парча нурмисан?
Ё Худойим! Ё айюҳаннос! Шунчи ғамни яшаб қўйибман, Қабргача қолган умримни Юм-юм йиғлаб ўтказишга мос – Гуноҳларни ясаб қўйибман. Ҳаёт, асли парча нурмисан? Ул қай фасл тамуғ пишадир? Роббим, мен ҳам ёруғлик бўлсам, Хизматига қолдирурмисан – Ийсо Масиҳ қачон[…]
Kirk Greenway translates Uzbek poet Zebo Mirzo
A poem by beautiful Uzbek poetess Zebo Mirzo translated by my friend Kirk Greenway Give Your Soul Only Once to Kiss I accept you may steal away As wild orchids sing vespers Crying tears, bitter, gray, Wistful lips converse in[…]