Poems by Khosiyat RUSTAM

Khosiyat RUSTAM

Khosiyat Rustam was born in 1971 in the village of Olmos in the Chust district of Namangan Province. She studied at the Journalism Faculty of the National University of Uzbekistan (1988-1993, at the University of Higher Literature (2001-2004), worked in the Tong Yulduzi newspaper (1993-1997), and since 2015 is the editor-in-chief of the “Book World” newspaper.
His first poems were published in the local and central press.
Her poetry books:
“The house in the sky” – 1997
“Rescue” – 2003
“The mourning dress” – 2004
“The wall” ˜– 2006
“August” – 2008
“Occupation” – 2011
“40:0” – 2011

Her poetry books ın foreıgn languages;
Days wıthout tomorrow (in Tukish) – 2008
“Fear” (In Azerbaijani) – 2009

Her poems has translated into a lot of languages of the world. In particular Spanish, Russian, English, Arabic, Kazakh, Turkish, Azerbaijani and etc.

Rewards:
The great medal of Uzbekistan – “Fame” – 2004
The international award named Mikoil Mushfig of Azerbaijan (for her works in Azerbaijanian and Uzbek friendship) – 2015
The national award of Azerbaijan academy – 2017
The Winner of “Open Euroasian Poetry Festival and Book Forum” in Thailand – 2018

 

The World

I am so mere,
Mere I am, here.
You could gather me where.
Oh, World, being so huge You –
Live in my eyes though.
At all you may notice me not,
To my weeping you are careless, but.
How huge You here may be,
So tiny You may in my pupils be.

 

Liberty

How start I to think of you the whole day,
You make me feel troubled twice with your pray.
Oh, birdie, You make feel so woeful today.
Earnestly asking me for the thing that I never have may.
When I let you go away from the cage to feel free,
Alas, you look at me with your eyes anxious.
With crumbs, grain, water and veg only for you.
But, not that virtual Liberty have I not myself too.

 

Give me strength

Oh, dear God? You give me strength,
and patience for length –
As those trees shall I stand upright?
Though it is not the time right.
Must I smile all the time so?
The birds leave the trees though.
Patient they are to overcome those steps ,
The apple trees still go on blossoming up,
Poor those apricot trees follow them up.
You teach me, how to speak to those
Stones with tenderness,
A women am I? You do not disgrace me my Goodness.
Be blossomed me as those trees you let me,
Be turned into the buds as those
trees you allow me.

 

Life is so large

Where you stay away, my dear,
What hardship have you to bear?
Only that eternal world wide appear.
How it is hard to find your happiness there…

 

As a Prisoner

Do I have so much sins?
Or destined my hopes all to sink.
Such as perilous aconvicted
Caught I by you Life so tightly.

 

My Day

How the time is to console my day,
You to my night do not have mercy
As soon as I die no way,
Tells me that the Time on my way

 

The sky is so near

Very hard to breath if you remember that,
How the End of your life would be swept.
The Moon – is the haven’s spot on its breast,
It makes one feel so gloomy on his rest,
Hanging is the fake moon in the sky,
The nights would be so careless, why.
To shed the nights of people poor,
The sky closes down its curtains soon.

 

I am human too

Alas, what shall I do now,
Fed up I am so with my woes.
Dumped me that bird though,
As I am a human being too.

 

Autumn

You blossomed in Spring, my flower,
Today, your stem is severly cut down, my dear.
My these eyes are still closed kept,
Do not I allow them in this life to open yet.

 

Once I said good bye to myself

Once I said good bye to myself,
That’s why you didn’t write
About my survival, God yourself,
Was I registered in your list, for sure?
Endurance I have,
Patience I have.
God, have I two worlds flourished?
Though My name should remain forever,
In your list even after I finish.

 

On the sea

On the sea coast I have a walk,
Un unfamiliar flavor reaches me.
You are staying in my soul awake,
Like that of sand resting under water,
During loneliness at dusk time,
What not comes to your mind?
If I want to leave, there have not
Returned the ships wrecked in sea yet.

 

***

How the time is to console my day,
You to my night do not have mercy
As soon I would die no way,
Tells me that the Time on my way.

 

***

Very hard to breath it you remember that,
How the End of your life would be swept.
The moon – is the havens spot on its breast,
It makes one feel so gloomy on his rest,
Hanging is the fake moon in the sky,
The nights would be so careless, why.
To shed the nights of people poor,
The sky closes down its curtains soon.

 

Nothing

Nothing happened with me almost,
Meaningless were his words to me most.
Dray I my mortality myself here,
Save I you from all as that pearl rare.
From others differ may I not,
May not differ ever my this lot.
Hardly keep I in my eyes poor tears –
Alas, my eyelashes would just shiver, my dear.

 

Pique

I am waiting….
Not a word comes out of your mouth,
Beating and making a threat is your brow,
At bread I’ve baked a sight you’d not throw,
The food I’ve made would be left in the pot cold.
You depart for work saying nothing at all,
All right, go hungry, bother me it’d not.
In my room waiting is Marina, my luck,
In my room there is waiting Pasternak.

 

Axiom

When sitting at life’s lesson,
A noise winds would not make.
In front of my window, there
At the edge of fading is the night
Shaking a hand, left before dawn,
Sitting on the neck of heaven.
At night without fear or peep,
In trees’ embrace birds sleep.

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