Flowers have decorated the branches
Calling the name of life at dawn,
And naughty wind on the first morning
Stole away the aroma of the blossoms.
Every spring the same is repeated,
Every spring passes the same way,
No matter how I try, those shameless
Drafts deceive me and leave for good...
Hamid Olimjon (1909 - 1944) Uzbekistan
Translated by Hamid Ismailov
Source: BBC World Service