Educated in St. Petersburg, then the Soviet Union, Akbar dared to pursue his love for poetry, and the ancient visions of his Silk Road land of Samarkand. Now that Uzbekistan is an independent Republic, it is Akbar's dream to share his poetry with the world. Please communicate with us via e-mail and we will forward to Akbar. Re-visit this site in the future and you will see the magic of Uzbek poetry in this beautiful language. The river of life streams in human history's heart, It's move is an experience, it's aim is perfection.
Every sense songs as a nightingale in it's tongue' So to a holy heart many languages belong.
In love's language if a sense sings a song Divested hearts give up their wrong. In the tongues of hearts the kindness is alive As a wonderful music to be listened to all life. He makes the history give birth to the flitter. But a pot replaces it's heart, it is full of bile. And ways it passed by are full of skulls.