Abdulla Sher writes

AMONG THE RAINS  

I am spending my life among the rains, 
From spring to spring, from autumn to autumn, 
I am spending my life among the rains, 
From book to book, from words to words, 
I am spending my life among the rains, 
My dawning happens in the heart of raindrops. 
Sometimes a drop – my nightingale, sometimes – my turtle dove, 
Occasionally, a drop sinks as buck-shot to my soul.  
I am spending my life among the rains, 
I am also the raindrop – came from the sky. 
And the ‘Simsim’ who opened the eye of storm, 
As well as a bird that waved its rainy wings.  
I am spending my life among the rains, 
Every drop - one life, it’s the one world, 
I watch calm among the rains: 
As the dirty world becomes washed, 
Among the rains!

 --tr. Asror Allayarov