Orzular Orzularni yubormang qo’yib, Ular so’nsa, na o’lur hayot – Bo’lmasmi ul majruh-u mayib Qush misoli – bir siniq qanot. Orzularni tutingiz mahkam, Ular ketsa, go’yo hayot, jon – Qor qoplagan nursiz va mubham, Hosili yo’q bir dasht-biyobon. Original[…]
I Will Miss You I am so sorry to see that neither your existence as a human being nor your dead body is worthy of something in this country. What an earth you have come to this world, poor man![…]
Poems by Azam Abidov Do not let me dream Do not let me dream, my dear fellow, Do not help me when I faint away. Those past years made me become mellow. Let me please inspire your intentions, I[…]
Dreams of an Uzbek author and artist in the time of globalization A short essay by Azam Abidov On a rainy spring day in Tashkent, to observe quarantine rules, I am staying in my small two-room flat I used to[…]
Soul by soul… Should you wish, seek for chance, and forget Your bad blood that is past, let us fill in hearts. I am a friend loving you just because let’s set Side by side, soul by soul, As[…]
AAZAM ABIDOV Aazam Abidov is a poet and translator, one of the founders of the Creative Writing and Translation Club in Tashkent, winner of Ulughbek Fund’s prize for poetry. He also gained BBC Uzbek Service’s award for literature. He published[…]
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JE SUIS L’ARGILE Je suis l’argile – Liquide et faible. Je n’ai ni langue Ni bouche pour parler. Tout le monde aime Faire de moi des figurines Ou me donner Une forme particulière. Je suis l’argile – Liquide et[…]
POEMAS DE AAZAM ABIDOV http://www.poesiasolidariadelmundo.com/2011/12/poemas-de-aazam-abidov.html Mujer leyendo de Henri Matisse La gente quiere leerme Visto una traje Largo De la cabeza hasta los pies. Está hecho de letras árabes, De hilo hecho de algodón y piedra, El hilo es dorado[…]
