Love

I've heard your heart grows troubled when I come,

Akrom MalikMay 15, 2026, 01:35

Translated from Uzbek · Original text

I've heard your heart grows troubled when I come,That you don't like to see my face at all.That at the feasts of others you are cheerful,That if I reach my hand out, you won't take it at all.If I would go — what can I do? I'm not entitled,If I would leave — there is no road back, not one.My stature walks bent over like a gallows,No staff can hold me up, not anyone.Until I found you, I had swallowed poison,When I found you, what lovely peace I knew.Even my mind could not believe it —And yet, quite suddenly, I lost you too.Now trampled underfoot — I lie in dust,A shame to everyone — I lie dazed, lost.Akrom MALIK

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