SALIM ASHUR, poet, journalist, editor-in-chief of two newspapers – “Turkiston” and “Molodyoj Uzbekistana”, which is released in Russian. He has many poetry books to his credit.
If to love or not to fell in love
Is desire or a given present,
In this retarded and malignant world
I would never put me to an end.
Before I felt dislike for life in fact,
That will do, I leave your heart today,
As blooming flowers, as bright eyes or else
As hollows of the hand from open way
Neither hope, calm, nor color, tune,
Neither world, nor human, nor true friend:
There isn’t any love in universe,
There is only God, the beneficent!
In your absence even my existence
Is a falsehood like the end of life.
I agree to die to speak the truth
What to do if this heart is alive.
No, it isn’t drink full in my in,
It is only you and all your trouble
Having left me to the hands of fate
Your steps are making merry in my soul.
If to love or not to fell in love
Is desire or a given present,
In this retarded and infamous world
I would never put me to an end.
A WATER MILL
My ringing bells have stopped
Their tinkling,
From my flute the splendid tunes are over
All consolation one by one
Could fling,
In skyline life fights with fatal power.
From my flute the splendid tunes are over
My ringing bells have stopped
Their tinkling,
In skyline life fights with fatal power,
All consolation one by one
Could fling.
All consolation one by one
Could fling,
In skyline life fights with fatal power.
My ringing bells have stopped
Their tinkling
From my flute the splendid tunes are over
In skyline life fights with fatal power,
All consolation one by one
Could fling.
From my flute the splendid tunes are over
My ringing bells have stopped
Their tinkling
