My heart is like the new and virgin land
That you still have not charted on your map.
Thought how unwelcome am I, understand,
However, I will step into the gap,
And utter weighty words to you one day,
And dip the flame of candles at a glance.
But if you throw me to the well away,
So I will find Qibla* by any chance.
That was my lovely joke, my truth is dim.
Because the Son of Freedom I am called
It’s not my rule to satisfy a whim.
With my sincere life I won’t be galled.
*Qibla – is the direction that should be faced when a Muslim prays. It is fixed as the direction of the Kaaba in Mecca.
(перевод с узбекского языка стихотворение Ураза Хайдара "Qaysayrlik"