A poem by Muhiddin Abdusamad

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Stones are falling,

Tears are flowing…

… Sew a hood for my heart…

The snow perched on my eyelash

Wrings my soul,

That is awful…

… Sew a hood for my heart…

Like a slit of my pocket

Life diverges,

It comes down from the slit

Falling apart

… Sew a hood for my heart…

My supplication burns in my eyes

You and I are

Both passers-by at last …

… Sew a hood for my heart…

 

Translated by Aazam Abidov – 2015