Makhfuza Imamova writes

WHO KILLED THE WIND? 

Hey, insidious paramour, 
Hey, tough guy, 
You were entering from my window, 
And you were hugging me at night. 
You were disheveling my hair, 
And whispering the promises, 
But you vanished in an instant. 
To somewhere, 
O, my liar paramour. 
Or, 
Who killed you, wind? 
-- tr. Asror Allayarov
  
The Bride of the Wind (Die Windsbraut -- Oskar Kokoschka


 

Makhfuza Imamova writes

A WISH

 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