Munira Sultan

WHO AM I? 

Who am I?

Shall I tell you who I am?

I feel burning inside as if 

hiding Alexander's secret*,

Days pass making my mind hurry;

 Who I am, who I really am,

I am a well, suffering. 

I am silent in the eyes of the righteous, 

Awaiting the light with patience.

My desire is complete, my dream is complete, 

Intention is impartial, imagination is an ocean. 

Every night spent in prayer, 

I will meet the morning. 

I forgot all of my sadness 

If they remember, so will I all the time. 

This painful pen of mine, 

I will take care even if the tip breaks. 

*— A well with reeds that is said to have Alexander's horn. 

 Munira Sultan 

    

  

UZBEKISTAN-TASHKENT- BEKABAD

LONELY...

My thoughts were taken away by these "pains", 

I am alone with them, I have no confidence. 

The wards in the heart raised up a riot, 

No comfort, not even fake joy. 

A painful sigh lingers in my throat,

I can't even cry, not even tears.

Sorrows throw their stones at me,

Will it survive, a little heart?

Where are my feelings leaving me alone?

There was no encouragement, I was left alone.

My thoughts are hard, my heart has pain,

Flying to the skies, heartless.

I speak only with my secrets,

I planted a dream flower on the grave of my heart.

With my weak words in my heart, 

I look up at the sky awaiting the light.

I didn't see the "light", it's all in the lost,                    

I couldn't calm down, even my patience

The heart says: "At least laugh in fake."

Even my value sheds tears for me.

 Munira Sultan

                             UZBEKISTAN-TASHKENT—BEKABAD