Poem by Minhojiddin Mirzo

DON’T WHISPER, WIND

Don’t whisper disturbing my thought,
Don’t drop wine into my lips,
Down my soul will just fall,
Don’t whisper to me wind.

Your breath I likened much,
To the breath dear to for age.
Stop, you’ll make my soul fly out,
I’ve hardly put it into its cage…

Don’t whisper to me wind,
Don’t trouble soul leaves,
Bear my soul would not
The troubles of this heart.

Don’t smooth my hair, be off,
Endure love I can’t any more,
Leave me, forget me at all,
Separation my heart is a gift for.

Don’t whisper to me, wind,
Why pour oil on last fire?
Leave now to myself alone,
Say I my grieve, you will catch fire…

Don’t whisper to me, wind…

[Minhojiddin Mirzo (Khojimatov) – Uzbekistan]