Please meet Behzod Fazliddin, a wonderful Uzbek poet.
Alas, you can’t do anything, my friend,
None cares of your injured heart’s wail.
The oppressed you land a helping hand –
Love their hangman, forget about ail…
God’s creatures are the servants of some else,
Is slavery such a pleasant, tasty share?
Be it shy fish, gentle, or speechless –
Be wary of such slaves, my friend, beware.
(Translated by Azam Abidov)