Poems by Azim Suyun

POEMS BY ASIM SUYUN

IF YOU KILL,
KILL ME YOURSELF, LOVE!

1
As soon as I was aware of you
I felt the flowers names.
As soon as I was aware of you,
I destined to worship you.

As soon as I was aware of you,
I sensed to nightingales’ songs.
As soon as I was aware of you,
I learned the fates of tears.

As soon as I am aware of you,
My passed life I cursed.
As soon as I was aware of you,
Curious…, hadn’t I lived?

As soon as I was aware of you,
I knew, I was water, clay, air.
As soon as I was aware of you,
I was pleasure, sick and cure.

As soon as I was aware of you,
I wonder opened my eyes,
As soon as I was aware of you,
I became conscious of myself.

2
Winds started, came storms,
The world was covered with black clouds.
Darkness it is.

Winds retreated, storms ended,
The sky cleared, light slowly set.
Whiteness it is.


White and light days grew into darkness,
Against the faces the wind blew the dusts,
The eyes became blind,
Darkness it is.

Dark nights became deadly dark,
A light breeze spread over the fields,
The eyes opened,
Whiteness it is. Whiteness.

Oh, love, into my life you entered as ray,
Lead me, it is only you who leads my way!

3

Oh, beautiful are not only days,
Dawns are beautiful, so are the nights.
Flavors are beautiful, so are sounds,
Sadness is beautiful, so are sorrows,
On my breast love is ringing, with laughs


The golden, pink apricots,
Are burning from love’s fire.
In the garden a beloved pomegranate
Is breaking out from love’s power,
On my breast love is ringing, with laughs

Now and then birds are singing,
The sunflowers are swaying,
A little flame the stream is making,
Could the day be so lightly shining?!
On my breast love is ringing, with laughs

Hey, willow, your head is always down,
When will you raise it upright?
The alive would not weep all life,
Be my friend, and let’s go, come on,
On my breast love is ringing, with laughs

Oh, beautiful are not only days,
Dawns are beautiful, so are the nights.
Flavors are beautiful, so are sounds,
Sadness is beautiful, so are sorrows,
On my breast love is ringing, with laughs


4

Why have I met you, deep?
Life seems eternally lasting.
There is only light, no darkening,
In your eyes love is burning.

Why have I met you, deep?
Life is target, hunter is this world,
Magic sleep resides in your heart.
In your eyes love is burning.

Why have I met you, deep?
You are both - kind and unkind,
Life is honey, life is poison,
In your eyes love is burning.

5

The darkest was my day,
You lightened it with ray.
I felt no flavor, no sound,
the gardens ringing filled.

My well’s water is sore,
I could not drink it,
My face turned pale,
I could not leave her.

Before me you appeared,
My water became sweet,
My cheeks flushed,
I ran after deeps.

Stones melted running,
The moon laughed ringing,
Hasn’t a beauty put on firing,
Where the day and night had meeting.

6
I remained in the burnt, deserts,
I was thirsty for a drop of water, tired,
My thirst was satisfied by love,
Like juice, love, the love of the beloved.

I suffered from the cold of north winter,
Frozen like a log, frozen like ice, harder.
But I hadn’t died thanks to the warmness.
Of love, love, the love of the beloved.

Traveled the strangest alien countries,
But felt like walking in my motherland,
I was not left any more without mercy,
By love, love, the love of the beloved.

My heart is faithless, faithless is my dignity,
I was left solitude in the solitude world,
The faithful life supported, held me upright,
Thank you, love, the love of the beloved.

7
Let between us be a river,
So as cross it I can not.
Let the sun put on a fire,
So as reach you I can not.

Let there be between us
A mountain, endlessly long,
So as I run, unconscious,
But cross over I can not.

Love made me beloved,
Love burned me, flamed,
My heart is full of hatred,
But get rid of it I can not.

Let deserts between us burn,
So as see your face I can not,
Oh, let you live on, die not,
As long as I live, die not.

8

Echoes come from heaven, unknown,
Groans come from far way lands,
Sometimes cries, sometimes farewells,
Sometimes sad, sometimes joyous breeze,
Tunes hotter than Navoiy’s would come,
If you kill, kill me yourself, my love.

Surprised, broken I would listen
The spring would whisper to the ray’s ea.
In the deserts an oriole would sing, burning,
I glare and see to me the deserts are coming,
To the deserts the rivers are flowing,
If you kill, kill me yourself, my beloved.

I saw a grass growing out of a mount rock,
I saw a weed carrying the see on its shoulder,
I came and kept standing before a faithful tree,
The dutors, drums, and triplets would come,
Epics singers: bards, orators would come,
If you kill, kill me yourself, my beloved.


In company of mad lovers I would sing,
Running like bards I would sing,
As an autumn flower I would sing,
Like a beloved breeze I would sing,
Like a burned ash I would sing.
If you kill, kill me yourself, my beloved.

9

Dust. Dust. A large garden.
Pool. Pedestal. Wind around
A Star,... the Star, A clear moon
From rays out wine would hand.

To embrace you at sight,
I lack courage enough,
Though you stand shyly,
Close to me, my love.

In the far edge of the sky,
The lightening sparkled,
Your embrace you opened,
Out I would never let.
Dust. Dust. A large garden.
Pool. Pedestal. Wind around
Surrounded by pearls around,
The pool is full of white wine.

10
The mountains are pure lands,
when will you be able hike them,
my baby! (from Folk songs)

To the mountains I would take you,
Lacking, then the city will miss you,
I lead you to pure and icy cold springs,
You will wash and comb you hair at dawns,
To the mountains I would take you.

To the mountains I would take you,
The evil gossips would not reach you,
You share secrets with the moon, partridges,
Make beautiful chattering with them,
To the mountains I would take you.

To the mountains I would take you,
Faithless lovers would not bother you,
Create a new poem to honor you,
No one will be able to write too,
To the mountains I would take you

To the mountains I would take you,
So those neglected would envy you.
Who mocked you would be mocked too,
Would one day be mourning after you,
To the mountains I would take you.

To the mountains I would take you
Even gold or bribe would not buy you,
Present you flowers which will die never,
You exist, you are pure, you are an angel,
To the mountains I would take you.

To the mountains I would take you
I am a secret, I care of you, my darling, love!
Remember, a divine word I’ll tell you,
Only true lovers can be worth of you,
To the mountains I would take you.


POPLARS

Oh, too green poplars, free poplars,
You stand straight up on the street.
You charm, fluttering are your leaves,
Before you lowly bend other trees,

Oh, bluish trees, fairy trees growing,
On river banks have unequal beauties.
Happy are the birds which visit you,
At long nights the moon leans on you

Oh, emerald poplars, lovely poplars,
You are flirting in mounts embraces.
You waists are tied by rays and arrows,
You are angels wearing striped silks.

Hey, Uzbek poplars, sharers of my secrets,
To you I’ve dedicated my lovely words.
Should nobody come around to see you?
Be aware, Azim was gone to eternity.


BIRDS

You, free birds, free birds,
Come and go like dreams.
In Nest and East poles
Should there be not many toils?

You, free birds, free birds,
What do your free souls like?
You are all my friends, always
I’m worried where you spend winter.

You, free birds, free birds…

WOMAN

In yurts a lovely woman was sitting,
From out come sounds of stepping.
Hey, who there, bring the grind log,
(A shah happened to have brought it)

Hey, Shah, I thought you my brother-in-law,
For a lack of sound, I’ve ordered you.
Now, take it back to its place, quick,
(So, the shah took and put it back.


Oh, woman, for a moment, in a minute,
You could make the shah run you twice.
All and each used to sing your praise,
Whatever has been said of you is the truth.

With all your coaxing I love, love you,
With all your simple truth I love you.
You being dependent and free too,
How should I die without loving you.



HORSE RACING WITH GOAT FLESH

The toils of this world here,
Sometimes right or wrong,
Not summer, but in winter,
Horseracing is in full swing.

It is visited not for feasting,
No need for sweets or food
It is enough for the folks
To contest in horseracing.
The hippodrome and fields
Are filled with “hoop-whips”

The skylarks keep visiting
All parties for free feasting.
The horse riders are bursting,
All around folks are swaying.

The breed horses are galloping,
Like horses with wings, flying.
Oh, the Uzbeks have parties, a lot
A lot are their rich people too,
Mares, cattle, sheep are plenty,
The prizes for winners are many.
Do not ride on mares back, heralds
In racing be victorious, my guy,
Aim at the target, speed and try,
The beloved girl is waiting you
The dishonest is always luckless,
He who is a winner in this race,
Is the rightful owner of the prize!
May luck smile at my horse.
Racing am I too, wait there,
My motherland-Uzbek land
Is full of horseracing, grand





“I SAW…”

In the desert
In a fighting I saw
A snake was defeated
By its strong enemy,
Have injured, a poor one,
Had no hope to live on.

Crawled, tried to where to got,
Yes, it found healing in a grass!

I saw, there being encountered,
On the mountain, by a false hunter
A deer was wounded, not killed,
The poor one, it kept climbing high,
There being a support to save its life.

Could there be left any secret by evil man?
Yes, it found healing from rock’s balm!

Oh, heaven, is there love,
As high as the sky,
There are countless stars,
Being awake and sick.
It is me who likes an animate.
Being of the nature on earth,
Wounded I am, she loves, fire.
If you say, I oath in god’s name,
It is only you who can heal indeed,
My wounded soul, my beloved!


A POEM WITHOUT BORDERS

The order of my lord, creator is award:
The sun’s shining for the earth is reward.
The snow on the mount melting runs,
To rivers not knowing what borders are.

Oh, birds with high sights, oh free birds,
I saw they are independent and fly free.
Today in the West, tomorrow in the East,
The birds would fly without borders on earth.

What borders are a tiny honeybee knows not?
To gather honey from all flowers it will try.
The disgraces of my heart ascend to the sky,
From the borders created by human sigh.

DON’T TELL

If you are a true gentleman, a guy.
Treat woman with roughly, never.
Either modest or boastful you are,
Be wise and clever, tell lies, never.

The caravans know the value of roads,
The riders of caravan value the roads.
True people value the woman highly,
Be among human, don’t tell foolish words.

What have these widows seen not, ever
What I have seen is tears in their eyes.
Sinful the may be, but throw stones not,
Even sinless you are, astray words say not.

A woman you are speaking of is a wife,
She might be someone’s pet as your sister.
A traveler reins the road, tongue by owner,
Be a king of your tongue, care for words.

The beauty of liveliness is due to woman,
The wealth of a true brave is woman.
If there is some suspicion of woman,
Azim, be her sacrifice, but suspect not.


WHAT A BEAUTY IS SHE?

Her lashes are arrows,
What a beauty she is,
Her lips are a fire,
What a beauty she is,
Her face is an apple, body - a grindstone,
She is worth of envious eyes,
What a beauty she is,
Consenting me as her beloved,
She is coming, slowly with smile.
To take my soul being unaware,
The world is lonely, helpless
What a beauty she is,

Is she an angel or a charmer?
He busts are as tight as a ball.
Hey, my rival, stay away,
God blessed her for me at all,
What a beauty she is.

She enchants like a peafowl,
Her hair is like a black dragon,
Even if she strangles I consent,
Like her slave,
What a beauty she is,

Colorless are the world’s paints,
Her legs are as white as ivory.
Azim, take her in your embrace,
If you die, die in her embrace,
What a beauty she is,


GIVE ME A KISS

In neighbor girl’s orchard,
In the end of her orchard,
There comes a woe each night,
“Give me a kiss, my flower faced.

She combs her long hairs,
Out of her window she looks,
But she comes out not, still not,
“Give me a kiss, my flower”.

The moon is shining in the garden
It is shivering on each leave,
Each shiver shakes the soul,
“Give me a kiss, my flower faced
The stars’ eyes have tears,
The eyes of grasses have tears,
All sympathize my lover,
“Give me a kiss, my flower”.

Of the flower the nightingale sings,
Her songs are sad, full of grieves,
Hey, the kind, be so kind, pity me,
“Give me a kiss, my flower faced

Azim, sees her each night himself,
The morning the stars disappear, believe,
The lover weeps with no response yet,
“Give me a kiss, my flower faced

In neighbor girl’s orchard,
In the end of her orchard,
There comes a woe each night,
“Give me a kiss, my flower faced


AT A LOVE NIGHT

It is a light night, a grape field,
Shining are stars and the moon,
My soul is aflame, eyes desirous,
In the mount the stream burns,
It is a light night, a grape field.

It is a light night, a grape field,
The grapes are glittering, bright,
Let me cut it for you, my beloved,
Come, my patience is coming to end,
It is a light night, a grape field,

It is a light night, a grape field,
Here the dawn we are expecting,
The hut and bed are expecting,
We will forget the world this night
It is a light night, a grape field,

It is a light night, a grape field,
This night is a love night,
This night I have expected
So much, and for so long time,
It is a light night, a grape field,

It is a light night, a grape field,
The grapes are glittering, bright,
She is my beloved, I’m her beloved,
My lips are bleeding with desire,
It is a light night, a grape field.



Translated by:
Kosim Mamurov