Umid Ali writes

HEART – THE MOON

The moon spreads its wealth dowry, 

Stars will appear.

I planted flowers in my soul, 

Then they bloomed.

Now moon’s face is snow-white, 

Stars are prudish.

The odors of the flower in the soul, 

They are becoming pleasant.

Does the moon have a heart? 

I don’t know, but

The moon is situated in my soul, 

It shines constantly.

The moon spreads its wealth dowry…

--tr. Asror Allayarov from "The Gate Opened by Angels"

  

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