Xurshidabonu Berdiyorova
Mom, it’s worth it if you listen to me
I’m coming from the street now.
One day the idler flew to the roots,
I apologize for tonight.
The demons had a party in the liar’s dream
My aching knots do not stop,
I couldn’t be your girlfriend
I don’t know how much I hurt you.
Mom, dream of a man girl
I was
I believed my wild feelings.
Today I want to forget everything.
My body is tired to let the blood flow.
Mother, did you give birth to me?
My sweet torture, my child.
There are so many incurable pains
Fourteen, fifteen, then twenty passed.
Mother, stop me
Let me sweat a little, my pen.
Then let my dreams fly to the sky,
My carpet left in Yalmogiz Momo.
Author: Xurshidabonu Berdiyorova Member of the Union of Writers of Uzbekistan
Translate: Rayonabonu Obloqulova
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