New Year poem
The human verb is surprised by surprise,
There is no world without criteria.
By measuring the stars,
It also touches infinity.
He is the owner, he is the slave forever
To the beliefs he found,
Don't say, even eterned,
To the moments that happened.
Collect hours from minutes,
The days make up the months,
He does not cry that life has passed,
He celebrates the end of the year.
Even though the wrinkles are increasing,
As the years go by,
Rejoice - more children,
He rejoices - his age grows.
It is a dream of endless
There is a basis for hopeful faith:
Man is immortal.
Little by little
It just goes to eternity.
Translator: Nilufar Rukhillayeva(1st year student of the Faculty of Foreign Philology of the National University of Uzbekistan named after Mirzo Ulugbek)