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.
