Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
Untitled - Azam Abidov - poet and translator
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lossoms of luck will flourish in your life!..<br />
An apple-tree has been living as its origin since it was created:<br />
it blooms <strong>and</strong> gives fruit like apples. In short, it is an apple-tree <strong>and</strong><br />
agrees for its destiny! Its success is in its patience <strong>and</strong> therefore it<br />
has many amateurs. Apricot, cherry <strong>and</strong> others also like this. You<br />
are also like this, my dear friend, you are like a garden - but your<br />
fruits are uncountable <strong>and</strong> your amateurs are more than your fruits!<br />
SEPARATION LEADING TO INTEGRITY<br />
My unsatisfied wish is that I read Alisher Navoi with dictionary.<br />
I am a helpless woman who stays near the treasure but can not find<br />
a key, I say to myself. When I read the bayts from my daybook,<br />
every time I find great delight, new odor <strong>and</strong> color not resembling<br />
to previous one. I always wonder as if I see them for the first time.<br />
This is a secretive blooming garden, I say <strong>and</strong> get pleasure:<br />
Never put my friend the balm to ulcer in the heart again<br />
Let I pass away, forever, let remain in heart her pain,<br />
says the <strong>poet</strong>. Heart of man in love is broken, his beloved became<br />
unfaithful <strong>and</strong> she is indifferent or is not aware of his sympathy.<br />
The lover strongly embraces his breast <strong>and</strong> dislikes to see a doctor<br />
or friends. “Do not touch my wound, - he says, - this ulcer is my<br />
sole remembrance, which regularly reminds me about sweetheart. I<br />
could not be happy with beloved, so, at least do not take away this<br />
injury. May I pass away but I will take these pains to my grave” .<br />
Where there is love, there is no damnation there! There is no<br />
self-interest <strong>and</strong> desire! I read somewhere: wounded man curses<br />
the shooter all long life, but a man, who fell in love, proceeds to<br />
love his beloved more <strong>and</strong> more. The reason of this is that love is<br />
a theological boon. To have it in heart is a great reward! Because<br />
a pure light came to your body, you consider the people you fell<br />
in love God’s boon <strong>and</strong> dearest. This light made you to glance at<br />
yourself <strong>and</strong> you sigh. How a poor <strong>and</strong> helpless I am, you said,<br />
- how can I aspire to love. How can I be equal to that beloved<br />
with my condition? You were ashamed of yourself, but it was the<br />
character of people trying to become pure! Being ashamed of one’s<br />
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