The Night Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

The night is my darkened eye,
From looking forward to the road.
The sparkling stars are
The tears of my eyes.
Of night’s embrace I sprang out
The patience yellowed
Like sunburned weeds.
You are going away
Tearing my heart
On the borders of happiness
Not constructed yet.
Into the sky I jumped high,
Weeping from missing.
On the wings of the wounded hopes
Being somewhere imprisoned
He would not have a pity.
We are subject to be drowned
Into the well of the grief’s bottom.
Oh, my brave who used to hide
My tears from the night.
Lets go back to the residence
Of the soul and the spirit.

(translated by Kosim Mamurov)