Rauf Subhon

Rauf Subhon, poet, editor, was born in 1958 in Samarkand. “Tadrij”, “The continuation of the legend” are among his poetry books. He worked for many publishing houses, and currently he is the editor-in-chief at “Adolat” publishing house.

If you stare
at an edge
of dagger
You may see the bottom
Of the heart
But it is not way out.

***

I understood
A day
That created
Having said
You flower
And me butterfly.
Only
Nightingale
May
Sing of it:

***

Sunflower,
I am not delighted with you,
You spent all your sunless days
Looking downward
In full.

FLOWERS

A healthy heart is filled up with a sound ailment. My heart is fed up, but its eyes are hungry. My own eyes deceived me scores of times. My flower, they cheat you never. All right, do not glance at me. If flowers rebel, do not obey to them, tremble along with the wind.

All these flowers are for You,
These flowers are my words in fact…

Translated by Azam Abidov