ABDUVALI QUTBIDDIN, poet, editor. Worked for publishing House “Yangi asr avlodi” and magazine “Yoshlik”. Edited many books of poetry. He has several books of poetry to his credit. His poems have appeared in many anthologies.
Dawns are sipping feathery air,
April cheats us nowadays or some.
In general, I don’t like your coming,
But come.
Beam is leasing spun gold and is weaving,
Pitch dark is squeezing farina in light.
Silken quilt is sewed and packed for you
By the night.
Ringing hair will be turned to curls,
Eye-brow is found on the skyey bag.
Cutting cloud may be done a curtain
On rendezvous crag.
… Dew in eyelash hanged up as embers,
April wasn’t truth to-day or some,
I don’t like your coming any more,
But come.
Do you hear?
Swirls are turning feathery air,
April be once simpleton or bum,
In general, I don’t like your coming,
But come.
