Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Makhfuza Imamova writes


 With all the sorrows render me tonight,

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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