{"id":323,"date":"2016-06-15T09:00:38","date_gmt":"2016-06-15T09:00:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/?p=323"},"modified":"2018-08-29T11:00:06","modified_gmt":"2018-08-29T11:00:06","slug":"oh_fathers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.azizisa.org\/en\/oh_fathers\/","title":{"rendered":"Oh, Fathers"},"content":{"rendered":"

Translated by\u00a0Aziz Isa Elkun<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

by\u00a0Abdurehim Abdulla<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

All the poets talk of mother<\/span>
\nDo you not remember your fathers?<\/span>
\nThey are such fathers<\/span>
\nThat even tigers might envy.<\/span><\/p>\n

They are such fathers<\/span>
\nThat many beauties admired them<\/span>
\nSharp knives ready to strike<\/span>
\nIf any betrayer should appear.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Always wading through water in boots<\/span>
\nThey have seen much suffering and disaster<\/span>
\nThey have used horse\u00b4s bits to drink from<\/span>
\nCrossed every mountain and plain.<\/span><\/p>\n

At the tips of their spears a bright star<\/span>
\nOn their swords dawn\u00b4s flame<\/span>
\nTheir love for their country shields them from arrows<\/span>
\nUnder their feet waves of blood.<\/span><\/p>\n

The slain lie in the desert<\/span>
\nThe sky wept down tears<\/span>
\nTamarind bushes welcomed them<\/span>
\nLions and tigers were their coffin bearers.<\/span><\/p>\n

We are known as dancing youths<\/span>
\nOh, fathers martyred in war.<\/span>
\nWe are grateful for needles<\/span>
\nAnd forget the arrows of battle<\/span><\/p>\n

Epics are written for rifles<\/span>
\nBut the sword created the world.<\/span>
\nWhen mother gave me bread from the oven<\/span>
\nMy father fought in battle to give me freedom<\/span><\/p>\n

Mother gave me a cotton shirt<\/span>
\nFather gave me his battle flag.<\/span>
\nWhen I fell down mother cried<\/span>
\nFather picked me up and put me back on my horse<\/span><\/p>\n

He trained me well to withstand hardship<\/span>
\nSo as not to be abused by my enemies.<\/span>
\nIn the shade mother sings a lullaby<\/span>
\nIn mother\u00b4s arms I close my eyes<\/span><\/p>\n

Father sings in the threshing ground<\/span>
\nLike a king who has captured a city.<\/span>
\nConscience is calling my father<\/span>
\nMother is worrying about the family<\/span><\/p>\n

The people\u00b4s desires form a volcano in my father<\/span>
\nA river of tears, him in a boat.<\/span>
\nHe traces of a thousand youths\u00b4 labour<\/span>
\nIs on each callous on his hands<\/span><\/p>\n

My every smile an endless debt<\/span>
\nTo the knife and bow he carried.<\/span>
\nI am known as a party boy<\/span>
\nOh, dear father martyr of battles.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Uyghur version:\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Ah, \u00a0Atilar\u00a0!<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Abdurehim Abdulla<\/span><\/p>\n

Hemme shair \u2018anam\u2019\u00a0la dedi,
\nAtiliri yoqmikin este.
\nUlar shundaq atilar idi,
\nYolwasnimu qoyghan heweste.<\/span><\/p>\n

Ular shundaq atilar idi,<\/span>
\n Ni guzeller bolghanti sheyda.<\/span>
\n Xenjer bolup qadilar idi,<\/span>
\n Bolsa mel\u00c2\u00b4un her jayda peyda.<\/span><\/p>\n

Da\u2019im otuk bilen su kechip,<\/span>
\n Kordi ni-ni derdu balalar.<\/span>
\n Hetta yugen bilen su ichip,<\/span>
\n Kezmidimu taghu-dalalar.<\/span><\/p>\n

Neyzisining uchida cholpan,<\/span>
\n Qilichida tangning yalquni.<\/span>
\n Weten ishqi oqlargha qalqan,<\/span>
\n Ayighida qanning dolquni.<\/span><\/p>\n

Talapet yep chollerde qalsa,<\/span>
\n Asman yighlap tokmidimu yash.<\/span>
\n Yulghunzarlar qoynigha alsa,<\/span>
\n Shir-yolwaslar tawutqa qoldash.<\/span><\/p>\n

Biz atalduq tansida yigit,<\/span>
\n Ah, atilar jenglerde shehit.<\/span>
\n Yingnilerge rehmet oquldi,<\/span>
\n Jenggah bilen untuldi oqya.<\/span><\/p>\n

Koseylerge dastan putuldi,<\/span>
\n Qilich bilen yaraldi dunya.<\/span>
\n Toqach berse anam tonurdin,<\/span>
\n Erk bergen atam jenglerde.<\/span><\/p>\n

Konglek berse anam matadin,<\/span>
\n Bayraq berdi atam zeperde.<\/span>
\n Men yiqilsam anam yighlidi,<\/span>
\n Atam silkip mindurdi atqa.<\/span><\/p>\n

Japalarda rasa tawlidi,<\/span>
\n Xar qilmay dep yawlargha-yatqa.<\/span>
\n Sayilerde anam elliyi,<\/span>
\n Men quchaqta, kozum uyquda.<\/span><\/p>\n

Xamanlarda atam lay-leyi,<\/span>
\n Sheher alghan shahtek tuyghuda.<\/span>
\n Chillap ketti atamni wijdan,<\/span>
\n Anam qaldi oyning ghemide.<\/span><\/p>\n

Elning ghemi atamda wolqan,<\/span>
\n Yeshi derya, ozi kemide.<\/span>
\n Ming yigitning himmet lerzi bar,<\/span>
\n Qolidiki her bir qadaqta.<\/span><\/p>\n

Her kulkemning putmes qerzi bar<\/span>
\n U ishletken xenjer, sadaqta.<\/span>
\n Men ataldim bezmide yigit,<\/span>
\n Ah, jan atam jenglerde shehit.<\/span><\/p>\n