THE VICTORIOUS SORROW
It chops my soul,
It covers my spirit with flowers.
A life, you brought endless concerns
To the flower-spirit, grew up without a joy.
I found neither glory nor pride,
But I bloomed as a flower.
I rooted, I overgrew, O,
But my soul suffered from autumn – the shears.
My notions were high as the sky,
Hope was the king of my wishes.
I attached a joss from the dreams,
But it is broken now.
A life, your cabals are excessive,
The bright emotions’ ways are closed.
If I struggle for happy days,
The sorrow overcomes me.
--tr Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"
Country Flowers in Jar -- Angela Moulton
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