Into English

Whether the day is going well or not, when you lay your head on the pillow in the evening, bittersweet memories of the day fly through your tired mind. There would be a moment, you get stuck on one of these details, you dive into it, and you drown. Lots of other details similar to this call you to themselves too. You immediately run to them and manipulate one after another. You turn left and right in your bed. Somewhere far away, vague sparks of hope wait for breath, to froth. If you inhale them deeply, the fire of peace will warm every particle of your body. You fall into a sweet sleep. You wake up fresh and calm to the new day in the morning. You are better than yesterday. Tomorrow will be even better… Our world revolves around itself; it becomes day, becomes night. Revolves around the sun; it becomes spring, summer, and winter. It becomes the year with its breeze, storm, cold, and warmth. O nizami! You turn around yourself; then you become the evolu