Mother…
Mother, please, don’t let me go, Frown on me, do frown, well.
Do fasten me to your threshold,
I do cherish your feet as my eye.
Mom, please say: “Don’t go, dear”
Life is running! So fast run away.
Pulling back, the heart cannot bear,
Before taking seventh step on way.
Do throw my gifts from the window,
Which I haven’t preferred to myself.
Tell to bring the appropriate one,
There is no one greater than a mother.
Why don’t you say: “I’m old and fragile,
Brew a tea yourself”. Do say it.
From delicious meal that you put,
For me, take one piece, you too eat.
Don't smile saying farewell,
Let your face make me sleepless.
While being missed by her mom,
Your girl’s genius, but ruthless.
"Have you come for two days?" she asked,
Always wonders how I am, that’s all.
And I have left without looking back,
But the heart is bleeding after all...
Don't forgive me if I make you miss,
I will spread on way what I find.
Instead of weeping, grieving,
I will open the door next to you.
I’ll bake bread, plant basil,
Satisfying our thirsty, mom.
Poetry too…whatever happens,
Let's grow old together, mom...
Mother, please, don’t let me go…
Munavvara USMONOVA
Translated by Maftuna CHILMURZAEVA