Aral,
You’ve been
created by the word of “shame”,
My generous,
Share water
to the mare and don’t let young camel die.
Don’t let it
die while licking a salt and sand,
Just after it
was born!
Tell me,
about your ancestors, called “patience”,
Let me love
you more, Aral.
Aral,
My generous,
Forgave the
night that your fishes stole,
You let many
people be remorseful.
You
considered the pup as a kiddy and forgave,
That’s stolen
your geese.
The
greensickness started torturing brides,
Those brides
before giving birth,
They thought
sadly and you felt sorry,
Trains that
full of chemicals went to them,
You felt
sorry, you felt pain.
Today, can
fables return your health?
That
evaluated you as the millions.
My decent,
As if a
mother whose kids went away,
You suffered
alone, moaned alone.
You sprayed a
handful of salty water, didn’t divulge,
On your
chest, that has burnt in the fire.
Some people
made parties on your edges,
Even they
hunt in the morning, evenings,
While
shooting swans, chasing a deer,
Even they scattered
a salt on your eyes,
You pained
quietly.
Tell me dear
about your loyalty,
Let me love
you more, Aral.
They
calculated big money there,
Mines
calculated there small and small,
They
calculated profit that comes from you,
They didn’t
consider only your future.
Today can the
chests return your health?
That attached
medals thoughtlessly.
Can the big
pockets return?
That the lost
future and power again.
Newspapers
were busy while praising someone,
Magazines
were busy while praising someone,
Oh, how many
books, poems were written,
Today, can
the tales return your health?
That written
before about you,
My decent,
Women hair
swept hoarfrost and snow,
With an aim
of to gain more sandals,
Even the
stone dropped to the field,
Someone
commended with 6 million of a crop.
The people
who disputed over gold,
Now kisses
your apron silently.
I realized,
You are a
mother,
If thousands
of young camels calls,
As if the
mare that came back from a desert,
You will
return,
Let me love
more your udder that milk flew down,
Motherhood,
you never forget your motherhood.
Let me love
more your lessons, edification for us,
Let me love
you more, Aral.
Zulfiya Muminova,
Uzbekistan.
