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\"In my dream she pretty thus \u2013 <\/em>
\nFiner than the Moon and us!\u201d <\/em><\/div>\n

Dawn was breaking. It was still dark in the garden. There was a brook.
\n\u201cWhere is she\u201d I asked the Flower about you. \u201cI always see her in the morning in the garden\u201d, – the Flower replies, – she approaches to me and smells me, and then I do not remember the rest. It is not my smell, it is the remainder of her odor, – the Flower feels hurt.
\nI saw the Flower. I took fragrance from it.
\nThen I saw the Breeze. \u201cHey, breeze, when do you usually see my beauty?\u201d I ask the Breeze. It says \u201cI also see Her in the morning in the orchard. I loose consciousness when I encounter with Her. Therefore you can not meet me whole day\u201d.<\/p>\n

I asked You from the remissive Star. \u201cI conceal myself right after the Beauty gets up, as I feel shy before Her\u201d the Star said and disappeared.<\/p>\n

I asked about her from the Moon. The Moon said: \u201cWe are friends. At nights I light the sky and she lights the entire world during the day\u201d and the Moon also left me.<\/p>\n

The Sun was wiping the horizon and was looking at the world mirror. I asked the Sun hopelessly and it answered: \u201cI can never see the Beauty\u201d, and the Sun wept. \u201cWhy?\u201d I asked. \u201cIf I look at Her, I\u2019ll melt at once\u201d, the Sun replied. The Sun became my mate.<\/p>\n

I asked the Nightingale in the garden: \u201cFrom whom did you learn to sing?\u201d \u201cA beauty comes here everyday, – the Nightingale replied. \u2013 In the music of her beautiful words I get drunk and I always moan like this\u201d.
\nThe Nightingale became my devoted fellow.<\/p>\n

I was too thirsty. I approached to the Spring and drank from its water. \u201cWhy are you so delicious, hey, Spring?\u201d I asked. The spring took a long breath and replied: \u201cEh, every morning a Beauty comes here and washes Her face with Her tender hands. So, this is not the taste of mine, it is the Beauty\u2019s flavor\u201d.<\/p>\n

All of a sudden Rain began to pour. I asked about the Beauty at once. \u201cI feel every morning that She walks on me with her delicate feet. Her warmth burns me so much and I disappear\u201d \u2013 the Rain\u2019s answer was like this.<\/p>\n

After this I encountered with a perplexed Moth and asked: \u201cWhy are you so anxious?\u201d\u00a0 \u201cI saw the Beauty only once but am still feeling hurt in my heart and am anxious for seeing her once again\u201d.
\nThe Moth became my cordial friend.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy are you so high\u201d I asked the Mountain. It said that it went up to see You from above.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s enough, I asked about Her from the Sleep. But the Sleep sighed deeply and said: \u201cI am not able to describe her\u201d and it left me.<\/p>\n

When leaves talked and rustled with each other and when water flowed joyfully, I fell asleep. \u201cPlease let me know about the Beauty\u201d I entreated. The Sleep sent the Dream to me.<\/p>\n

I asked the Dream:
\n– Describe my Beauty. Does she also love me?\u201d
\n– No, She does not love you, She has another love.<\/p>\n

This word broke my heart into pieces.
\n–\u00a0 Who is the person who stole my love? Is that person so handsome, please describe, hey villain?
\n–\u00a0 It will be hard for you to listen to my words.
\n–\u00a0 Tell me, what should I do?
\n–\u00a0 Collect all the pencils of the world.<\/p>\n

No pencils remain in the world. All the poets and writers offered their help to me.
\nThe Dream began to describe the Beauty with them. Oh, both the pencils and the men of letters could not manage this job. No pencil remained in the world to write. All of them could not bear and none tried to write any more.<\/p>\n

I called the Ocean, the Sea, the Lake the River and the Cloud. Ink appeared instead of them. The Dream proceeded to describe the Beauty, took a deep sigh and wept and the rivers became full of ink from its tears. Oh, dear me, the world was deprived of their water. Description of the Beauty has just began and all were surprised. The entire world and the space shattered. All began to describe the Beauty. Animals roared, plants rustled and the mankind left all the jobs behind to describe Her. All were delivering a eulogy in their own language for Her and there was not the end for the Language and the Word.<\/p>\n

– Who is that Beauty whose description cannot be placed in the Word and the Language, – I asked the Dream.
\n– Hey, ignoramus, don\u2019t you know that Beauty conquered the Hearts of you and me, the Sun and the Moon and the Star. This beauty is the excellent and the most beautiful one. And everyone wants this Beauty. This beauty lives in your heart and is always with you. Please save your soul, belief and love. Only then the Beauty does not leave you alone. Keep this Beauty at the bottom of your heart and live with love. Call to mind this Beauty every time: when you stand, walk and sit. Live with the Beauty\u2019s memory every second. Only after that you can find this Beauty and He will live with you.<\/p>\n

I woke up with bitter tears.
\nMorning, Orchard. Brook\u2026<\/p>\n

Yunus Emro\u2019s poem was sounding from somewhere with a well-known tune.<\/p>\n

I am walking within hot flood,
\nLove designed me with my red blood,
\nI\u2019m neither wise, nor mad, oh God,
\nCome and see what love made with me.<\/p>\n

As wind sometimes I blow out,
\nAt others as the sand I sprout,
\nLike inondation I will float,
\nCome and see what love made with me.<\/p>\n

I will flow like flowing stream,
\nWith my sad heart I will steam
\nAnd weep, beauty\u2019s in my dream,
\nCome and see what love made with me.<\/p>\n

Take my hands but leave me alone,
\nLet me ask you to be my own,
\nMake me laugh, not let me moan,
\nCome and see what love made with me.<\/p>\n

I move from one to other land,
\nI always look for a real friend,
\nNo one knows of how I stand,
\nCome and see what love made with me.<\/p>\n

Like a mad Mejnoon\u00a0 I keep,
\nAnd I see her in my sleep.
\nIf I do not see, I weep,
\nCome and see what love made with me.<\/em><\/p>\n

Oh, it was a voice of Beauty, which I was lost.<\/p>\n

Davronbek Tojialiyev<\/strong><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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