(Translated by Azam Abidov )

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a flower cracked from the smallest dust

a bud that swallowed tune of singing bird

night falls and you become celestial

as if dawn will never light today

until doomsday whisper of the leaves

with the moon-light entered into union

when horizon flashes as a ruby

it seems that voice of owl is so awful

but I take great pleasure from this fear

white red black come over all subsistence

colors do not hinder one another

each of them is lonely and unique

It's a sorrowful song of the night

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fear is guest of hollow of a tree

a snake fell in love with a dragonfly

and I start to eat pap of the grief

there is a multicolored rainbow

but why a peacock is bored in the cage

the sky will never remain outside

there are evening stars farther on

and a huge eyewater as a ball

it's a mother of rain and white snows

hereabout resides Archangel

gargles with the water of the moon

polishes all his teeth with rainbow

when it comes through branches of the tree

suddenly spreads out lilac light

at that moment I will leave this world

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Could not bear pupil of the eye

to this color

because it was very green indeed

more than even over-red

ultra black was nothing before it

also darker than super-yellow

leaves of fir-tree like cast iron stem

weren't able to repeat that color

neither plant nor headscarf of an angel

nor even artist's good imagination

looking at you probably will groan

dream will broke itself

but tell nobody that you saw it

may nightingale sing its song again

may leaf rustle instead being trembled

may an early spring not return back

having seen pretend you'd never seen.

LEGENDS

1. About a frog dreamt of flying

A frog was jealous of a bat:

This blind and mousy creature

Is flying in the sky.

I see his wings by moonlight.

Oh, the world is like this.

Here is my destiny --

Leaping,

         Leaping,

                  Leaping,

To dive in stinking pond.

And lots of mosquitoes --

That's all written in my destiny

But as regard the bat...

Me myself have green eyes,

Light-weight body,

And splendid voice to sing

If I only flew...

It began to hate itself

But suddenly to its small head

A good idea has come:

Fishes also do not fly,

And can't live on land at all,

Legs are not given to snake,

There is no head for worm.

So the frog considered happy,

And began to sing anew.

2. About a greedy mouse

A mouse brought a golden coin to the hole,

But this time not from the cat,

Big claw ran after it.

Coming into the small room

It has not gone out any more,

Being worried, not got out.

Even the baby, no doubt,

May not go in

To the hole of the mouse --

They understand it.

-- Mouse, said the man, --

Whether your children dance

On light of a golden coin?

Give it to me,

I'll give you bread in exchange.

-- No, said the mouse, --

Let my children look

At sacred thing which teeth do not sink.

: And so the mouse did not return back

The golden coin to the man.

INSANE

He plucks a fowl

buries into the soil

and then

waits for vegetation of a bird.

He casts seed in cupped hand

to a bird's nest

and believes that grass will grow there.

IN THE SPRING

April

Right at your house

you will see a muddy water of the Amu.

Buried vineyard

extending its hands

to beams

in some days

will cry as baby in joy.

You wish not to leave this garden

when a warm wind blows

breeze that holes bushes

and mixed with odor of grasses:

a dragonfly alights to the window

a swallow knocked the doors

caravan of ants will cross the path

I wish to hold a talk to one of them.

DAVSAMAN

                  To professor Mrs. Ingeborg Baldauf

Hairs are tousled and bright

eyes are very red

beak is long

with tender motions

leaps from a grave to another

when glaring at darkness

with the eyes like two drop of blood

empties all of a sudden

Verdure disturbs the moon-light

millennial soil is in strong asleep

so weak soil that not able to dream

one can hear a weary weeping

on the dome of the praying mosque

light rays pursue each other

and revolve like a circle

a baby weeps noisily

the soil that the grasses join

weeps with faded voice

cry strikes against the dome

then davsaman stands in its two legs

joins the circle of spirits

watches their senseless game

and keeps silence

davsaman sleeps like this

davsaman wants to wake up in the morning

but it does not feel its own body

when it ties to open eyes

bud of verdure blooms at once

only then it knows that became so melted

On the dome of the praying mosque

when the majesty grows swelling up

The spirits hold their breath

King of the cemetery night

a creature distributed its body to dews

tousled and bright

red-eyed

black-voiced