The
world is a disaster for someone and a glory for others,
The
world is bloody in a desert of Sham and Iraq,
While
the babies died on the hand of tyrants,
You
should burn in a fire, the world.
I
searched for a happiness and couldn't find,
I
couldn't run with the peace together.
My
friends are calm in the world,
I
couldn't close my eyes in my dreams.
My
happiness had been the world for a moment,
My
tears had been the river and blood.
When
I realized my hope, o God,
My
all the morning had been nights too.
Are
all my dreams that death?
Is
that to sink in tears, not the ocean?
The
war and a calamity are trouble's hand,
Is
that pulling out of my verdures still not opened?
I
have words to say for tyrants,
I
have the eyes that blood dropped instead of tear,
If
you punish tyrants, my God,
I
am the witness for the Judgement-Day.
The
world is a disaster for someone and a glory for others,
The
world is bloody in a desert of Sham and Iraq,
While
the babies died on the hand of tyrants,
You
should burn in a fire, the world.
Ikromkhon Valikhon,
Uzbekistan.
