WAKE UP, SOUL


Evening…
My imagination is fluctuating as zephyr,
The lilac is blossoming with a pain,
The soul awakes with whispers of grass,
A soul billows…
I fly,
Above your head,
Amorous flowers fascinate for your love.
If love’s leaf becomes broken, it will be just a slice,
A soul trembles…
Evening…
The soul as the river holds my hands,
There are eighteen thousand universes in seven worlds.
My wings look like butterfly petals,
A soul trembles…
Crazed sprouts grow at my hairs,
The body gets warmth from lightning.
My leaves
Thousands of spirits live on my leaves,
A soul is compendious…
Evening…
Your spirit grows on my root,
A soul pines, a soul hurts, a soul suffers…

Maryam Ahmedova,
Uzbekistan.