Again in the garden court quince quince,
And with it my soul suddenly blossomed.
And what kind of power, what miracles,
From the sight of the bright in a moment, the ripples are in the eyes.

Again in the garden court quince quince,
In meditations I am drowning, as if in tears.
Have passed with her child’s term – the same age as her,
Fruits gave for future use – the earth was full …

Again in the garden court quince quince,
And, so, my mother is still alive.
Not just a tree, like memory is a road,
After all, my mother saw it when she was alive.

Again in the garden court quince quince …

Rahim Karim Karimov is an Uzbek-Russian-Kyrgyz poet, writer, publicist, translator. He was born in 1960 in the city of Osh (Kyrgyzstan). Graduate of the Moscow Gorky Literary Institute (1986). Member of the National Union of Writers of the Kyrgyz Republic, member of the Russian Writers’ Union, official representative of the International Federation of Russian-Speaking Writers in Kyrgyzstan (London-Budapest), member of the Board of the IFRW, laureate of the Republican Literary Prize named after Moldo Niyaz.