The Day Dedicated To Me Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

Behind the mountain the pain is stirring,
The dreams of the rocks are getting stained
Screaming the tender crops wake up,
On the day that is only to me dedicated,

The wind blows away, my speedy mount.
The mint is weeping, its eyes blind, see
Let the hollow of my shoulder see the grief,
It is the day that is dedicated only to me.

The grief is running away from me hiding,
Its blooms the almond throws on the head
The happiness opens the door boasting,
It is the day that is only to me dedicated.

If I don't see, you will see, wait
Waiting on that day remember me, see
Recite jolly the Holy Qoran on my grave,
Dedicating to me on that very day
It is the day that is dedicated only to me.