Whenever I look, there’s chaos around,
How many people crave sweet words abound.
One day, if you don’t come around,
I’m tired of lies, at last, I’ve found.
Sometimes we cry, feeling all alone,
If we gather, there’s no room to be grown.
If you know, then please tell, dear mother,
I’m tired of lies, this truth’s like no other.
If a person’s head were made of stone,
He wouldn’t sell his faith for gold alone.
One day, may he reject the lies,
I’m tired of lies, under these dark skies.
If I curse, please don’t take it to heart,
Don’t call it insults, don’t tear me apart.
In the afterlife, may you not burn,
I’m tired of lies, it’s my turn.
To you, I’ve shared my poetic tale,
I’ve spoken my pain, no more to conceal.
Don’t think this is just a complaint,
I’m tired of lies, with a heart that’s faint.
Raximov Lazizbek
Bukhara State University