HALIMA KHUDOYBERDIEVA, well known poetess, national poetess of Uzbekistan, enlightener. She wrote many poetry books. She is very esteemed for her true feelings. For a long time she worked for Uzbekistan Women’s Association and many editorial boards. Her poems have been translated into many languages, including Russian and English.
LOOK FOR ME
If I widen
Like a bowl if I widen,
Look for me, seek from the shivers of heart’s bottom
If my verses like a flower become faded
Look for me then in the sorrow of the autumn.
If you think that planet’s narrow,
World is broad,
I am a leaf and kindly ask you
Not to pick off.
Reckon as a learner, esteem –
When you hold,
Respect as Yassaviy’s pupil,
Whom I follow.
If I go with the Sun
In wealth, in eminence,
Look for me in
Mercy, blessings of Allah, and:
Once:you won’t find me
When I once: evanesce
Look for me then
From the lasting Turkistan land.
HANDS OF FREEDOM
As your mother, along with you
Take away it
As your baby do not let it
Go in advance
Share this world only with this,
Be delighted
Be in keeping, take its hands firm
Hold them at once.
World – imperfect,
Days of Allah
Are so distinct
One day you will have sufferings
And other – fun
Motherless and childless lightly
You can subsist
But to live without freedom
Never can one!
LEAVE YOURSELF STRAIGHT
I am not able to know. Is this world wisdom or gold,
I wished revealing all the magic, every time but was surprised,
They see my palace in detail, and a special room I hold,
No friend I find to see my heart, and for care to arise.
A thought has settled in my soul, like a bodkin and a shot,
I ask you: never fall, because:a fallen man has no support.
Jackdaws move away from you, even gardens step aside,
Thank you for your cultivation, do you like them take offense?
The mounts that you lifted up are able calmly leave behind,
Come near, but be not distressed if a stone won’t confess.
Having tired, if you wish to lean, no garden, almond – spoilt,
I ask you: never fall, because a fallen man has no support!
If you have not only taking but a good aid-giving friend,
Stand up straight yourself that every pillar in the world will fall.
Even if you have a friend that’s going up to grave – till end,
Go yourself to death and never on the way depart at all.
Live in pride!
And having mourning, act: you lucky man, in short,
I ask you: never fall, because a fallen man has no support!
