by Abdurauf Fitrat
A lovely star,
The most precious one of our land,
Why did you run away from us so far?
Why did you not speak to dear friend?
Tell, how are things, do you like this world, Star?
Do you also suffer from meanness,
Humiliation and disgrace in your place?
Are your people hypocrite, two-faced –
In evil-deeds who with each other race?
Like leeches, your folks drink their comrades’ blood?
Like panthers, do they eat their brethren’s flesh?
Do you have those who thinking of a reward
Drink the poor’s blood chatting afresh.
Have you got ones who’re eager to destroy
The entire globe’s system to get rich?
The kings, boiling their kettle, could enjoy,
In the fire putting others would enrich?
Have you ones – to fill their stomach well enough,
Betray their nation, motherland and other staff?
Translated by Aazam Abidov