Love
Sometimes I do not want to love you,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Sometimes I do not want to love you,Because others love you too.So be it, let my love stay hidden in my heart,Because your thoughts wander scattered.One day, when white and black are set apart,When those whose business is done leave your side,Then I will show you those who wounded hearts,Those who tore hearts to pieces and then left.So that your mind will not be troubled,I wish you did not even know I exist.So that no blade’s tip ever touches you,I grieve for you without letting you know.However much I grieve, perhaps I will never have my fill,But with the sight of you my heart will be content.It is a state in which the mind is helpless,One glance, and all the pain is forgotten, gone.Akrom MALIK
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