On My Lashes Branches Poem by Uktamoy Khaldorova

On my lashes branches
The threat of death,
No fed up
With the handful of life
I would like
To hide in the old castle
Of the kingdom.
of your hot love
the burning word,
is lullaby my spirit
my grieves would melt
in your fires.
my love, from your kind love
On my breast
idling grasses would grow.
The beautiful slaves
Of your internal appearance
Would wipe my sorrows.
The fear come down
From the eyelashes
Their steps would remain
Hardened on my face.
My holding the world’s edge
Would always turn into suffering,
I dared to look at
The eyes of separation
I don’t want to leave you.
I would not submit
To God his entrusted debt.

(translated by K.Mamurov)