Alisher Navoi! May you, dear, rest in peace!
Your blessed memory sees your prophetic lines′ kindness.
Polyglot poets′ hearts can achieve masterpiece.
Science, patrons! Provide all creators′ designedness!
Alisher Navoi′s pseudonym truly rings.
Be melodic, o sense! Be, o string, always golden!
O conception, be deep! Then the zenith once brings
us enchantedness well – sky-high call as a holding.
Alisher Navoi. My grandfather, verse song!
Tajik Khanaka, keep him, my namesake, forever!
I am Leo, heaven′s son, and therefore Himmelsohn.
Samums of Turkestan... I felt them. No endeavor.
Alisher Navoi! I saw USSR.
Samarkand could know my relatives as a thriller.
My trip around the world! Let me fly, music, far!
Then my poems remind Germans of winging Schiller.