Zulfiya Isroilova

To the Life I've Passed

My life book, I leafed through it carelessly,

To the life I've passed, I didn't pay much heed.

I smiled where I should have cried undoubtedly,

If thirst called, I drank alcohol indeed.

Was my passion for silk, satin or other?

I didn't pay attention to luxury.

The life that surrounded me, I couldn't bother,

For each new challenge, I longed to have a key.

To the life I've passed, I didn't pay attention,

No one to compare, life afterlife to see:

I've drunk,

I've risen,

I've parted,

I've fallen,

What's honor - I know not.

Such was my living.

"Men o‘tgan umrga" is a poem written by Zulfiya, a prominent Uzbek poet and writer. The poem speaks of the speaker's journey to a new world, where she encounters the challenges of life with bravery and a willingness to learn. The poem is full of hope and optimism, even in the face of adversity. The speaker reflects on her experiences and shares her wisdom about the importance of perseverance, courage, and self-discovery. The poem is also characterized by its use of vivid imagery, such as the comparison of life's difficulties to an autumn frost, and the metaphor of the speaker's life being a book with blank pages waiting to be filled. Overall, "Men o‘tgan umrga" is a beautifully written and inspiring poem that encourages readers to embrace life's challenges with a positive outlook and a willingness to learn and grow.

This poem is another beautiful piece of work that explores themes of regret and nostalgia. The speaker reflects on their life and how they didn’t pay much attention to it as it was happening. They drank alcohol when they were thirsty, and they didn’t pay attention to luxury or the life that surrounded them.

The speaker longed for new challenges and opportunities, but they didn’t pay attention to what was right in front of them. They didn’t compare their life to anyone else’s, and they didn’t think about what honor meant.

The poem is full of vivid imagery and metaphors that help to convey the speaker’s emotions. The poem is written in a free verse form, which means that it doesn’t follow a specific rhyme scheme or meter.

Spring came, and I asked about you,

In dewy mornings, among the almond trees.

With hyacinths' lips and on earth, anew,

Birds' parade, and wind's hum, too, and bees.

How much did you love, spring, and your presence,

You made poppies, my chest, your bed indeed.

As each passing moment, life took its essence,

You kissed it on the way, then, did concede.

Here you are, my precious, come once again,

Seeking and searching, you made me shiver.

Winter's bitter cold took you, but then

It faded away, while hope did quiver.

You searched for me among the trees in snow,

And, from the mountains' tops, you called me so.

But quietude and despair are all I know,

Tears of sorrow, on my cheeks, I let them flow.

Then I woke up, a dreamer in my bed,

A victim of desire, a captive of fate.

A sudden knock, and from the window, I said,

"Who's asking if my fortune's good or great?"

Why doesn't a rose fit among my poppies,

With fire in hand, why doesn't it scorch?

Why doesn't the king hear my call, ah please,

And make my woven songs into his porch?

Why did the morning seize and steal my love,

And how did he take my vast dreamland?

With his charm and attractiveness thereof,

Why did he color my cheeks with his hand?

Was that a rebel, a dreamer in disguise?

Why did he keep his youth in his eyes?

Why did he wear black clothes and keep his hair long?

Why did he make me restless with his songs?

What answer should I give with these red lips,

To the questions asked by a passerby?

I held my breath, and on my feet, I skipped,

In a joyous moment, I found myself high.

He looked at me with a smile on his face,

And, without stopping, he walked away in grace.

Feeling like a bird flying in space,

I took a deep breath, and my heart did pace.

He disappeared, and the memory remained,

The flowers withered with my worries and fears.

With your thought, the gardens were sustained,

And bloomed your flowers, after all these years.

The gardeners gathered the flowers in a bunch,

And woven them into a garland so tight.

This garland, the story of our life, at a hunch,

A tale of love, full of flames and light.

Spring, you've come back to the land you adore,

Your voice echoes across the valley and hills.

In this poem, my love for you I implore,

With your warmth and beauty, my heart fills.

The poem is a beautiful and romantic expression of the speaker's love for someone who is absent. The speaker longs for their lover to return during the springtime, when nature is at its most vibrant and alive. The poem is full of rich and vivid descriptions of the natural world, such as the dewy mornings among the almond trees and the parade of birds and bees. The speaker compares their lover's love to the poppies that bloom in the spring, and reflects on the fleeting nature of life.

As the poem progresses, the speaker becomes more reflective, questioning the nature of love and the reasons for their lover's absence. The speaker wonders why their love is not recognized by others and why their dreams seem to slip away so easily. The poem is full of beautiful and poetic imagery, such as the idea of the speaker being a victim of desire and a captive of fate.

In the end, the speaker comes to accept the passing of time and the impermanence of life. They find comfort in the memories of their lover and the beautiful flowers they left behind. The poem is a celebration of spring and the beauty of the natural world, as well as a poignant reflection on love, loss, and the passage of time.

This poem is a beautiful piece of work that describes the speaker’s longing for someone who has left them. The poem is full of vivid imagery and metaphors that help to convey the speaker’s emotions. The poem is written in a sonnet form, which consists of 14 lines and follows a rhyme scheme of ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.

The poem begins with the speaker asking about someone in the springtime, when everything is new and fresh. The speaker describes the beauty of the season, with its almond trees, hyacinths, birds, wind, and bees. The speaker then reflects on how much they loved this person and how they made poppies their bed.

As time passes, life takes its essence, and the speaker is left with only memories of this person. They dream of being reunited with them but are left with only tears of sorrow. The poem ends with the speaker waking up from their dream and asking who is knocking at their door.

The poem is full of questions about love, loss, and longing. It explores themes of desire, fate, and hope. The speaker’s use of vivid imagery helps to create a sense of longing and nostalgia for something that has been lost.