Sherzod Komil Khalil writes

To Joseph Brodsky 

           GOODBYE!

 

Goodbye, O, familiar friends, 

My sounds have gone to the sky. 

Don’t wonder, I never forget, 

My beautiful days happened with you. 

Goodbye, O, cheerful charming, 

I never forget the taste of kisses. 

Don’t mind, if I send you letters

From distances neither actual nor imaginary, 

Goodbye, O, my kind and pleasant mother

Who suckled me,
Don’t feel pain from my disappearance

If the world seems tight to your eyes. 

Goodbye, O, frozen land

My enemies assault suddenly. 

While I am leaving you

A grievous cry comes from my throat. 

Goodbye, O, joyful days, 

I will wave my hand to everything. 
The large infinity ingests me

While the darkness captures me. 
Goodbye, O, my life

That suffered and mixed revolts 

Persecuting me unmercifully 

Through the birth, life and death. 

--tr. Asror Allayarov 

 

Memorial stone to Brodsky at 19 -- Ulitsa Stakhanovtsev (in the courtyard of a student dormitory at St. Petersburg State University Philology Faculty where Brosky visited a girlfriend)