My sweet den near Taria Nirvaan
Became a center for all sorts of creatures,
Singers, poets, dandies, artists, nobles,
Where we spoke Uzbek and Spanish, Mongolian, English.
I wed Graf Itemirus, native of Navoi.
We went to Bissekty. He poisoned me, I think.
Now in the Mozoriston bone-bed, overlooking
The shore where young Tiktaalik dreamed new worlds,
See what they scratched: “Grafinya Itemirus
So’rov abadiy tinchlikuzbe.”
By JT Welsch.