A poem by distinguished Uzbek poet OYBEK

OYBEK

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I fix my eyes on you, indeed I love you,

I melancholy look into the distance.

Neither sun, nor spring, nor blooming view –

To my longing – can render assistance.

I miss you and my soul is insane,

What a yearning!

Come closer through the hill!

I have my songs, my flowers, and my pain,

You’re not with me! Would that forever thrill?!

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OЙБЕК

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Сендадир кўзларим, сендадир кўнгил,

Узоқларга ҳасрат билан боқаман.

На қуёш, на баҳoр, на гулшанда гул

Юракни юпатмас — мен соғинаман.

Сени соғинаман, руҳда йўқ қарор,

Ошиб кел тоғ, довон!

Бу қадар ҳижрон!..

Дардим бор, гулим бор, қўшиқларим бор..

Сен йўқсан! Наҳотки бу мангу армон?!