On Trees Branches Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

On trees branches the fall is jumping,
Making the green leaves its feeding.
The dress weaved of flowers fragrance
Is burning my entire body flaming.

My grieves are burning in my sad world,
Welcome bright grieves to my body.
I live now consenting to your soul
Until alive times wander over me.

The joy is mold, endless is the sorrow
Pour your heart into my longing heart.
Weeping you can wipe you tears,
At the edges of my happiness, so sad.

Fall am I, my feelings pour on the ground
I can’t leave the lonely lodging.
The grieves ousted to Karbalo desert
Are wintering in my heart hanging.

(traslated by Kosim Mamurov)