Hol
Qaydan kelding, fikrimni bo‘lding,
Nega etding meni parishon?
Nega buzding munis holimni,
O’ylarimni nechun bemakon?
Ehtiroslar, hislar, yonishlar
O’lkasini kezardi xayol,
Hokim edi mening ruhimda
Shunday latif ilhomiy bir hol.
Bir kichik tor, bir yoniq parda
Qancha gapni aytib berardi...
Onasidan o‘rganganini
Chumchuq chuvlab qaytib berardi...
Tikkan edim qalb qulog‘ini
Va fikrimga bergan edi jon,
Chivin uchsa kelardi malol,
Shunga edi sadoqat, imon.
Xalal berma, ozroq qo‘nib tur,
Tamom qilay shu gul suratni,
Qo‘ygil meni, yurakning qoni
Bilan tortay eng so‘nggi xatni.
* * *
Tinimsizdir yolg‘iz shaboda,
Maysalarning sochi silkinar,
Mana, hozir chirqirab turgan
Parrandalar, qushlar ham tinar...
Hamma uxlar va faqat tunni
Mening o‘zim qarshi olurman.
Qarshi olur va tongga qadar
Mening o‘zim uyg‘oq qolurman.
Qulog‘imga sekin shivirlab
Tun uyquni o‘rgatar menga,
Bo‘lganmisan tunda sahroda?
Bo‘lmasa kel, so‘ylayin senga...
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