Abdulla Oripov. Poems. "Road to Paradise" is a dramatic epic
The life and work of the poet
Poems about the homeland and independence
Expression of loyalty to a friend in the dramatic epic "The Road to Heaven".
Key words and phrases: The life path of the poet, his entry into the world of poetry, the publication of his first works, the author of the National Anthem of the Republic of Uzbekistan, the Hero of Uzbekistan, the artistic value of his dramatic epic. Poems about the homeland and independence.
Abdulla Oripov is a famous Uzbek poet, state and public figure. The qualitative changes that began with the works of A. Oripov in the 60s of the XNUMXth century played an important role in raising Uzbek literature to a new level.
A. Oripov's poetry, which continues the creative traditions of Yassavi, Navoi, Babur, Cholpon, Gafur Ghulam, connects Uzbek literature with the past and the future in an integral unity.
The poet's way of life and creativity. The future poet Navruz was born on March 1941, 21 in the village of Nekuz, Koson district, Kashkadarya region.
Kenjatoy Abdullajon was a hardworking and poetic person, and the simple peasant Arifbobo and the munis aya Turdi, the caravan girl, had a great influence on him.
A dreamy, life-loving young man graduated from school with a gold medal. He studied at the Faculty of Philology of the Tashkent State (now National) University.
Education under the hands of masters like Azod Sharafiddinov, Matyakub Koshjanov, and Umarali Normatov, who are fine connoisseurs of literature: environment of student friends like Erkin Vahidov, O'tkir Hashimov, Shukur Kholmirzayev; The direct and indirect lessons from artists such as Oybk, Gavur Ghulam, Abdulla Kahhor, Mirtemir had a beneficial effect on the budding talent of Abdulla Oripov.
A. Oripov became famous throughout Uzbekistan as soon as his first collection of poems "Miit styzhan". His subsequent books further strengthened this belief.
During the period of independence, A. Oripov wrote dozens of new poems glorifying the Motherland, Erk, and Freedom. New historical conditions brought new waves to his work. Philosophical and didactic poems born as a result of the Hajj journey and dedicated to the interpretation of wise hadiths further expanded the horizons of Uzbek literature of the last stage.
The dramatic epic "The Way to Heaven" belongs to the genre of dramatic epic, which uses the leading features of poetry and dramaturgy.
The events in the work, created on the basis of a legendary, mythological and fantastic theme, take place in the "other world". But it should not be forgotten that this is a method used by the writer. In fact, a realistic goal works in a mythological dress, that is, the writer interprets the problems of the world we live in through the means of mythical narratives.
The eternal criteria of values such as the perfect person, goodness, evil, and the hereafter are shown through living symbols - living images. It is written in the name of a symbolic meaning that represents the author's goals. A person imagines that the ideal family, the family is heaven, the path to this place, the poet's interpretation and description, goodness, kindness, and religion in this life world we live in with you: parents, loved ones, in general, to each of them in front of people in breaking off a worthy debt and fulfilling a duty. The debt to Allah must be paid first of all to his servant. He is the key to the world in this world. Although we may not be able to receive the appropriate reward for the deeds and misdeeds in the world of life in this light world, it is certain that it will be received without a drop in the hereafter.
A. Oripov does not forget that it is necessary to show the complexity and conflicts in life through the heroes of the "other world". This attention plays an important role in ensuring the vitality and truthfulness of the character.
The author shows that there were reasons why the young man could not fulfill his good intentions. He also had many temptations, he needed loyal people, sometimes he was lonely, sometimes he was helpless.
He was alone in the world, but truly
He was left alone, life was only five times
In this opinion about the son of a poet from his mother tongue, not only the character of the young man in the work, but the whole sentence finds the expression of situations characteristic of most great poets in the world.
In the epic, friendship is glorified through the images of the Boy and the Friend. By showing the boundless loyalty of two friends in a difficult situation, A. Oripov puts forward the idea that the essence of beauty and power in human life lies in friendship.
Didn’t you miss spring?
I walked through the gardens of the awakening,
I said find the trail from the edge.
I said your cheeks were discolored -
I turned my face to Lolazor,
I haven't met you, but
"Didn't you miss spring?"
In the distance, the rugged mountains
They overwhelmed my imagination.
How long have you been waiting,
Wasling was not my destiny,
Without you, I and the spring are strange,
- Don't you miss spring?
Ohu jumps on the spines,
Na'matakda sa'va mittijon.
Water splashed from the cave
The javlon beats in the fields.
Only you hide from my eyes,
"Didn't you miss class?"
Today is Navruz,
I bring flowers to my friends,
Where are you, dear man…
A flower in my hand, I'm waiting for you,
I will spend my whole life calling:
"Didn't you miss spring?"
Last night when the moon was fading in the sky,
When Venus twinkles and dims,
When a sadness calms my soul,
I remembered you, my first love,
I remembered my first love.
Youth passed with pleasure, sometimes with riots,
Sometimes with good, sometimes with bad,
I went down sometimes with heart and faith.
But I lost you, my first love
I forgot about you, my first love.
The world is such an incomprehensible mystery,
Sometimes it's wide, sometimes it's a holeless castle,
But a person is always a prisoner of one feeling...
Why didn't I know before, my first love,
I didn't care before, my first love.
However, I have not lost much of my dreams,
I didn't laugh like a star, I didn't get full like the moon,
I did not turn yellow like an early autumn flower,
I cry for you, my first love,
I remember my first love.
If you lose your way, lean on love
When you are angry, lean on love.
When you are helpless, lean on love.
Who do I lean on, my first love,
I cry only remembering my first love.
Cry out, it's okay, I listened to the ghost,
Having mysterious dreams, I forgot about the world.