DREAMS

UZBEK

WHERE WILL THEY TAKE ME

BY FOTIMA

NIZOMKHUJAEVA

Bir vaqtlar oldin,
Oy yulduzlarga boqib
O’ylardim- yaqin kelajakda qayerda
bulaman?
Nima qilaman?
Har doyimdagidek savolim javobsiz
Quyosh chiqishini poylab
Yana o’yga tolaman - kim bulaman
Yana qolaman javobsiz
Hosir ham savollarga javob yoq
Utirsm shamollarning quynida
Bilmadim bu mayin shabada qayerga
yetaklaydi
Kurdimki, shifokorlar yurishar shoshib
bemorlari tomon oshiqib
Kurdimki, talabalar yig’ilishib
Savollarga javob izlashib
Utirishar hazil-huzullashib
Bildimki nima istashimni
Balki, bu shamol orzularim tomon yetaklar
Balki bu shamol yulimni to’sib orqaga tortib
turar
Baribirga ham men intilaveraman.

A while back, I used to
Look at the moon and its star
Wondering - where will I be in the near future?
What will I do?
As usual I didn’t know the answer.
Looking at sunrise
I wondered again- who will I become?
Leaving in a silent uncertainty
Now, I still have no definite answer
As I sit outside, feeling the breeze
Not knowing where these winds will take me.
But when I see doctors rushing to patients
Giving their foremost
When I see college students siting in groups
Trying to find answers to their questions
All gathered in laughter
I can see where I want to go to.
Maybe these winds will push me
To my destination
Or maybe they will entangle me and hold me
back
Either way, I will try