Yulduz Urmanova writes

MISSING

The clean window of the bus

Takes me to the dreams.

And they turn into the breeze,

Again I go to your side.

 

Dew reminds of your eyes,

World smiles at me like you.

I don’t know whom I resemble,

But my heart longs for yours.

 

Elderly hollow-chest trees,

Grass shakes head shyly,

Dew–faced flowers' buds

Remind me of you when they smile.

 

Take me away, tramp thought,

And tramp, dream to far-away.

I miss hard your heart, your soul,

If only I could fill up your face.

 

Every morning I remember again,

I’m lost in thought, world’s without one.

At your side also it’s spring,

Maybe now it’s getting dark…

 

This evening I think of nothing else,

May God not part with some missing one.

Window of bus reminds me of you,

Oh, my dear… Mother Andijan…

 

Muhammad Yusuf writes

Poetry,
You are unfaithful beauty!
I will hold from your hands hard.
I will wait from you a thing,
You are a balm,
You are a sweet disease…

My hardships are alive cause of you,
They have taken my wealth from life.
For my sleepless, tearful nights
I have gratitude to you!

Your dog on your threshold is my thought:
I will be on the watch for your way,
For whom I don’t know your soul,
You are my new moon on the sky.

My spirit is on the sky,
Body is in the earth,
One pain is tormenting me.
Now my happiness depends on yourself,
Poetry, hey unfaithful beauty!...

--tr. Yulduz Urmanova