Doniyor MAVJUTOV
Quiet night. The stars tell their lullaby,
Moon listens to the tales of the sleepy sky.
Wails the breeze playing music, saying goodbye,
To the latest stars, cradling them with tie.
The world rests, only you are left,
My dear teacher, whose classroom is bright.
Filling your student’s notebook with red,
You let yourself down with a heavy sigh.
Questioning always an honor student,
Dedicating to them all your sweet words.
The world rests, only you are left,
My dear teacher, whose classroom is bright.
You say we are your Babur, Nadira, Alisher,
You say as if we are Sino, Furkhat, Islam.
You are a poem burning in my heart o, dear,
You are my musician, and I am your motive.
The world rests, only you are left,
My dear teacher, whose classroom is bright.
It’s a midnight. The latest star twinkles,
Reading your work from open notebook.
He also aspires to be like you,
Telling fairy tales daily to the moon.
The world rests, only you are left,
My dear teacher, whose classroom is light.
I can’t get enough of looking through your window,
Whenever I observe, you sit thoughtfully.
I won’t let you do your own work anymore,
I made a mistake again, let me fix it now.
The world rests, only you are left,
My dear teacher, whose classroom is bright.
Doniyor MAVJUTOV
poet, teacher.
Uzbekistan
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