A time when eyes get used
to the tears.
Tomorrow fate mustn’t keep
the blight,
Tomorrow show me all faces
with bliss.
Don’t leave my joy under fall
of leaves,
Don’t let fragile body tumble
on the ways.
To overcome anguishing,
painful existence
Oh dear Lord, render me with
bright aims.
--Tr. Munira Menglieva
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