Wail


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.