Makhliyokhon Umirzakova

Makhliyokhon Umirzakova (Uzbekistan) : Selected Poems

The Odor of Happiness

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Light leaks from the embrace of mountains,

Sensitive trees wake up.

Empty baskets

Roll down the arbor.

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In the early morning, my mother builds fire in tandoor,

And she bakes kindness in tandoor.

She fills the embrace of baskets,

Every morning appreciates it.

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She sprays water over the drowsy courtyard,

And she wakens lazy soil.

As if it kisses on its forehead,

The dawn begins wakening the village.

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The golden braided Sun comes

On the fiery maned and swift-flying wing.

A sweet breath spreads out,

The odor of happiness comes from life.


My childhood

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My childhood remained in childhood,

The wave of life took it to the strange coasts.

In Margilan a weeping willow waited for me as my grandma,

And its shoulders sank.

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The smell of flower tulip remained on my nose,

The song of butterfly remained in my ear.

I handed to the sun snowdrops,

The top of my fingers was burned.

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I want to throw my sorrow into the large canals,

I want to taste my mother’s halvah.

I want to sip water from the spring water of pureness

And return those moments.

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Years, roads

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My father says: “My pure daughter,”

His eyes fill with tears.

Do I remind my grandma?

Do I look like her myself, or my eyebrows?

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 I was a child and I didn’t realize,

Why my father looked with longing

Why he liked me for my long dress, tassel,

And my simple-mindedness.

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Years, roads, longing, and separation,

Are your eyes wet for happiness?

Dad, tell me the truth,

Do I remind my grandma?

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Discussion of books

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“I am a new one, my cover is new,

My wing–page rustles.

Your cover’s color is pale,

And ink dripped on your page.”

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“Don’t laugh on me, no; you desire to be like me,

I was read more than you.

If how many times I was read,

So many questions would be solved.”

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As I listen to the discussion of books,

My amazement increases.

Whether they are new or old,

My respect for books increases.


Love

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Where did you go burning my heart?

What for you became upset, love?

Did emotions end?

The talking finished?

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Tongueless yellow loaves stayed,

In our trace, traces.

As a crane that lost its way over the night sky

The tear is in our eyes.

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Separation, why are you so bitter pain?

There is no way to my past?

If I wanted to tell the stars a secret,

Their eyebrows would be also wet.

Where did you go, dear torture…

Night

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The sheet of silence became soaking wet,

The moon made a plopping sound and swam in the stream.

The pearls of the night in the sky

Added beauty to that gracefulness.

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I remembered you on that peaceful night,

A bitter pain sliced my heart.

My feelings dripped from my eyes like the stars,

Where are you, darling? Reply, reply…

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The full moon was tearing the darkness into pieces,

My loverlike heart was breaking into pieces.

Didn’t you know that I was in the world?

Did my wild wish reach you?

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Maybe you will forget my fiery feelings,

Maybe this pain is strange for you.

Tell me, do you see these stars?

Do you feel the sound of the night?

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Do you know what for the sheet of silence is wet?

You never know, people who knew it are closer to God.

For that reason a flash that called love

Brightens the nights of my life.

Woman

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Spring came to see you,

The moon is going to stay on your dimple.

Kindness and love in your heart,

Will give the world beauty.

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Woman, looking from your trace,

Drunkenly autumn sifted loaves.

When you walk with loyalty,

The pains of winter become better.

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 Woman, your kindness is a gift for summer,

The world that got cold will heat up.

Woman, in your four sides,

A blessed word spins.

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A mill of ancient life,

Touches your heart and wheeled.

If someone can take care of you,

Then he will be a human,

Then he will turn into a real man.  

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I understood that what is in the heat,

I am the lightning as much as the sky.

I walked on purpose,

Looking back from the time.

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My soul descended to my eyes,

It is getting older in my heart.

My mind that was taken by the wind

Is turning into my power.

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There is a rebellion from my heart

To pupils of my eyes.

I flew without containing myself

In the dark falls.

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What I lost or what I found

From the seas of life.

I couldn’t fit in the coast

In the highlands of my soul.

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Sometimes I need peacefulness,

Sometimes I need silence.

So I walked on purpose

Looking back from the time.

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 Makhliyokhon Umirzakova  was born on November 22, 1990 in the city of Margilan in Fergana region. She is a student of the faculty of art history of the Institute of National Art and Design in the name of Kamoliddin Behzod. She was a participant in the Republic seminar “The school of talent”. She became the winner of the State Scholarship in the name of Navoi in the 2020 – 2021 academic years. Her first poetry book “Tuyg ‘ular alangasi” (The Flame of Feelings) was published by Writers Union in 2021 year.

Makhliyokhon Umirzakova