Love
Each moment that goes by without you is so hard to bear,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Each moment that goes by without you is so hard to bear,At night, without you, the breaking of the dawn is hard to bear.Each minute long as an hour, the hours long as days,The days are long as weeks, the weeks as mournful as the months.I learned how time drags on when I was left without you,I learned how patience’s thread can snap when I was left without you.My endurance, lying on the ground like dust, was spent,My dreams that bore the names of patience and of fortitude were gone.If only the road by which you come were not so coy,If only the strings of the heart were not tuned by parting’s hand.The walls on which your eyes have fallen look like flowers,Without you, all the meadows yellow as if wasting away.Are you the cure for my pain, are you the breeze of dawn?!Are you love’s rose garden, the dwelling place of faithfulness?!If you come, the bud of my eye will open, clear and pure,I’ll gaze upon your face and sing the praises of your beauty.But then the passing moments can never be held at all,My eye cannot even catch the moments it awaited.The months race by like weeks, the weeks rush past like days,The days go by like hours, an hour flies like a breath.When you are gone, each moment turns again into a year,The feet of every moment are bound fast to the ground.In love, parting is heavy, and waiting is the hardest,All this, it seems, is cruel time’s crooked game.Akrom MALIK
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