Khudayberganov Mehriniso
Why didn’t the crane come?
Apricots blossomed, the field woke up,
A crimson tuilp opened in the mountains.
My heart is beating; there is a moan in it,
Spring has come. Why didn’t the crane come?
Springs wash the willow hair,
A mare runs in the field, goasts.
Dandelions have opened in my garden,
Spring has come. Why didn’t the crane come?
I saw a swallow flying,
The crane came along.
He moved to our country,
A crane is coming with its baby in the blue.
Khudayberganov Mehriniso