Miracle awaits on my way
I wish I would get used to you And you couldn’t live without me as well And the regret likens to my love Silent despair would burn in our chests There is glittering hope in my eyes Hope I won’t[…]
Ozodbek’s song
We are poor in front of your supreme power, Please root away this sudden dark disaster! For our sins take no revenge in fateful hour, Forgive us, ya Allah, forgive us, o World Master! People always quarrel over wealth[…]
О, дарахтлар!
Апрелда қор ёғди муҳташам! Лек оғочга оғир келди: қарс! О, дарахтлар, ўзи синса ҳам Гул-ниҳолни кеткизмайди дарз!
A bat and a man
A bat could smile, Bear a child and breastfeed and also menstruate. The bat really wanted to laugh and weep like a human being. So the bat summoned a man In a market fair For a feast And have an[…]
Abby Britton about Navoiy and “Farhod and Shirin”
My name is Abby Britton, and I live in the state of Missouri in the United States. I hold an advanced degree in English literature. During the last year or so, I have discovered the treasures of Central Asian literature,[…]
Наманган ЮНЕСКО адабиёт шаҳри бўла оладими?
Ассалому алайкум! Муҳтарам ҳоким жаноблари, Ҳокимиятдаги маданият, адабиёт, санъат ва туризмни ривожлантиришга масъул ҳурматли расмий ходимлар, Эътиборингизга “Чет эллик Ёзувчи/рассом/маданият ходими резиденцияда” – UzLAB – Uzbekistan’s Literature and Art Bridge – дастурини ҳамда Наманганни ЮНЕСКО адабиёт шаҳарлари рўйхатига киритиш таклифини ҳавола этишни[…]
Клаус Анкерсен шеъри: Баробар
Клаус АНКЕРСЕН БАРОБАР Баробар борурмиз янги фаслга Баробар “электр тўлқинли қўйлар” ила орзулаймиз экран ичинда Баробар чиқурмиз ўйиндан, ўрмонларга кетамиз яёв, балиқ тутажакмиз кўлларда, кетурмиз тупроққа қоришиб тағин Баробар нақд пулни унутвораркан, ўзиюрар мошин ҳайдаймиз Баробар ортиқча қувват керакмас[…]
A poem by Shermurod Subhon
my two faces are like the words both written and pronounced alike I will never put, wallahi, my second face to the one who dares to give a slap in my first face and yes, I would like my friends[…]
I wish I could cry with Navoiy
Lost in the paths of time – the body – the beau, I will move to the past, With my body captured by the unaware I will spread my wings to fly. Where is my place, my own – that[…]