No one was waiting for you except me,
Even a mother unwaits on her child.
No one remembers your living but me,
Uprooted tamarisk grew in the wild.
That mother of yours wasn’t longing for you,
That father of yours didn’t melt into tears,
Your friends could not take compation on you.
No one was sorry for such fatal fears.
I’m going to burst into tears and wait,
The Sun will rise and warm me one day.
My earthly life goes at a steady gait,
The Skies will give me patience on my way.
(перевод с узбекского языка стихотворение Ураза Хайдара "O'tish"
Expectation
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