My happiness! – Poetry from Uzbekistan
Shokhida Yusupova, a young poetess from the country famous for its Silk Route cities of Bukhara, Khiva, and Samarkand, shares her poem.

Should I hide you in the pupil of my eyes?
Or should I hide you between my lashes?
Should I hide you in the line of my rosary?
If I hide you…Won’t you reveal my secrets?
My happiness!
Should I hide you in the pupil of my eyes?
Or should I hide you between my lashes?
Should I hide you in the line of my rosary?
If I hide you… Won’t you reveal my secrets?
As my tear!
All around me is a garden of love,
I am free of my pains.
All has gone,
My only one,
If I turn into grass,
Won’t you shine on my head?
Being the sun!
I am dreamed!
My dreams are high,
Worldly,
As you are mine, my soul as an endless sky,
Your name is a prelude to my destiny!
Won’t be hurry to worship,
If I am Azan!
Won’t rise above the layers of the heavens?
As the Ascension Day, as a sun!
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