Bukun bir tush ko‘rdim. Tushimda Buxoroda yurgan emishman, Yuksak minoralar boshimda, Oyoqlarim ostida gulshan.   Buxoroda yurgan emishman, Men-la birga yurarmish Quyosh. Erir emish, oqar parishon Muz asridan omon qolgan tosh.   Yuksak minoralar boshida, Menga hasad bilan boqarmish Asrlar bir damday qarshimda Zangor olov bo‘lib oqarmish.   Oyoqlarim ostida gulshan Zangori olovlar davomi… Buxoro zangori gul ushlab, Meni asir etdi tamoman.   Ul ayirdi meni hushimdan, Yuragimni ko‘rgan emishman… Bukun bir tush ko‘rdim. Tushimda Buxoroda yurgan emishman.                                                  (Rauf  Parfi)   Today I had a dream. In my dream I seemed to stroll in Bukhara. Tall minarets above my head, Beneath my feet a rose garden.   I seemed to stroll in Bukhara, Along with me strolled the Sun, It seemed to melt, a flowing  perplexity An unhurt stone left by the ice age.   Tall minarets above my head Seemed to gaze at me with envy. The centuries momentarily before me Seemed to flow like pale blue fire   Beneath my feet arose garden, The pale blue of the  fires continuing… Bukhara, having caught the pale blue rose, Imprisoned me forever.   It parted me from my senses, I seemed to see my heart… Today I had a dream. In my dream I seemed to stroll in Bukhara (Edvort Olvort tarjimasi)   Рауф ПАРФИ, «Ўзбекистон халқ шоири»