Mukhammadiyeva Sevinch
The green fields, lush and serene,
Without my mother, incomplete they seem.
To repay her love, so deep and pure,
Eternity itself would not endure.
In this world, there’s a wondrous home,
Where joy gathers, where friends do roam.
Spring blossoms there, fragrant and fine,
Life’s colors sung in a melody divine.
In that haven, no darkness resides,
To be remembered there is my pride.
Between two worlds, I’ll live this way—
Beloved, if you glance my way.
I’ll cast aside all that’s excess and vain,
And leave only you to remain.
Your starry eyes, your moonlit grace,
Outshining the stars, they take their place.
This beauty I shaped with my own hand,
Yet now, I stand redundant, my love, understand.
Alexander Faynberg’s poem translated by Mukhammadiyeva Sevinch