Love
At times, against the bitter poison of parting,
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
At times, against the bitter poison of parting,I took the sight of you as an antidote.In the bosom of a gilded, melancholy autumnI waited for my heart's beloved as a spring for the heart.But from the sight of you only pains are born,Better that I drink poison from it and die.Within my heart I saw: your spring is a killer,Better that I fill with fallen leaves from it.Akrom MALIKJanuary 11, 2022.
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