The enormous gate of the sky, opened all of a sudden, the world got light and bright, the Sun is Father of the heaven!

[author title=”Muhabbat Yuldasheva” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/07/Muhabbat-Yuldasheva_Uzbekistan-Sindh-Courier-scaled.jpg”]Muhabbat Yuldasheva, an Uzbek writer, journalist, scriptwriter and movie translator, was born in 1964 and studied at Tashkent Polytechnic Institute. She is a member of Uzbekistan Writers Union. Muhabbat was awarded with White Tablet short fiction prize for her fairy tale ‘Great Dairy River’ in 2010, in Moscow, Russia. She also gained the 1st place of the International Central Asian myths, fairy tales, legends prize for her screenplay ‘The Koh-e-Kaf prince’ in South Korea in 2013. Her short stories and fairy tales are translated into Russian, English, Kazakh, Ukrainian, Korean, Serbian, Belarusian, Korean and Bangla. She has translated more than 20 serials, 400 movies into the Uzbek language.[/author]

 

SPRING RAINFALLS

Sobbed their hearts out

The clouds in black distress

They poured out their woes,

Stroking, soothing roofs’ heads!

 

Windows were all pleading,

Weeping, beyond all hopes

A dirty window was bathing,

Opening arms to the drops!

 

The hosts of the grey clouds

Scattered away, as abruptly

Sunbeams painted the sky above,

So vigorous and so lively!

 

The enormous gate of the sky

Opened all of a sudden

The world got light and bright,

The Sun is Father of the heaven!

RAIN

The autumn rain is in a drizzle,

The summer heat is vapouring up.

Making hearts miss and feel sad,

The rain patter won’t stop.

 

Drops are dancing on the roof,

Birds are sheltered under cover. 

Lightning, as a whip in flames,

Has bosom of the clouds suffer

 

Now sun’s peering through the tears,

Wet trees have dried up so gleesome.

On leaves quivering drops tears,

Here is to stroll Madam Autumn…

STARS

The feeble world’s steady to widen,

Eyelashes of mine touch the horizon,

In the bottom of the eyes sinks the sun.

 

Silence gave forth a sudden sound,

Pierced roofs and walls and the ground,

Only hearts of stone are silent.

 

The sun has drowned in my eyes,

Moons are gleaming in the iris,

Stars have fallen off the skies.

 

In the heart’s blazed old smolder,

Nights fall back from its ardour,

Moon and stars alight on the shoulder. 

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