Please meet Uzbek poet Guli Murod

Widens, widens apple of my eyes,
The world assembles smoothly in one dot.
It’s so hard and painful to arise
For the light across a gloomy spot.

Drunken, I fly high and reach the sky,
The healthy world gnaws at me, calling “dumb”
One soul-eater grows to occupy –
Eating up my living crumb by crumb.

I say goodbye to leisure and sunshine,
I also ask for sleepless, wistful day.
As God flatly flows through veins of mine –
I missed myself – I witnessed all the way!