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MAY 9 - DAY OF MEMORY AND HONOR

As long as there is memory, the nation is alive,
Pride is alive, pride is alive.
Memory is the power that makes a nation,
Memory is the light that illuminates the morning.

Even the grass has a memory,
The memory of the grass is the pursuit of light.
If it turns blue, it splits in two
Even a mountain stands on its way.

Until the sun shines in the sky,
You are as eternal as heaven, O my native people!
To every tragedy, to every honor,
You alone are right to evaluate!

Khurshid Davron
MEMORY POEMS

1941 YEAR. 22 JUNE. TONGOTAR

They were shot in the morning…
A baby holding his father's hand
He asked slowly, looking at the guns,
He asked, "Does it hurt when a bullet hits, Dad?"

Thunder roared in his voice gul

In the spring, the cliff is covered with grass,
A white cloud floating on the grass
And then a flower with a bitter pain
They whispered incessantly, "It's hard, Dad!"

Forget it will never moan…

* * *

To my uncle Nuriddin, who died in World War II

… The cold wind chases me,
On the quiet city streets.
And girls love me
On distant spring nights.

Is that girl who loves you alive?
Does the memory picture hurt?
Is the night his head bowed,
Nuriddin's son's name?

1977

* * *

Brother Qoshok, you do not sleep,
A long winter night,
Or you have a hard time thinking
Let the bullet in his hand shatter.

Rajab aka, you are also awake,
Invincible torture,
Missed or right foot
Cut left leg.

At midnight, between the villages
Flying sad dreams,
Husbands, sons
Women who remember…

1972

* * *

The widow enters the courtyard the night before,
Memory in a condensed heart.
On the wall, in the picture: a young man laughing,
Next to him is a smiling virgin.

The widow wore the most beautiful dress,
The thermoses from the open window are gloomy.
In the corner of the room he sighed with grief.
The old plate squeaks again.

It will be difficult for the widow in the evening:
Memories build into the heart.
Even if it’s heavy, even if it’s an image
The photo is a mixture of smiling tears.

1974

BALLAD ABOUT FRONTOVIC

Urr-a-a!
He screams, the deer in the middle of the night,
His wife jumped up in horror.
And he eats, (crawls at night),
Kissing a wounded friend on the shoulder.

The night falls asleep,
Night shouts:
"Battalion, follow me!"
Ingraydi slowly.
He chokes on someone and calls out.
Under the sound of old wounds

And forward again, again forward,
Fists trembling as fists.
Like a film from a dull pupil
Extremely far-flung war paths.

Wake up your wife…
But of war
An inescapable heart from panic.
A colored box of handmade cigarettes
Wrinkles are like the last wallpaper.

1975

MY LIVERS

In memory of the Uzbek boys who died defending the borders of the homeland

My livers who gave their lives for the homeland,
My liver, which gave blood for humiliation,
My liver, which killed traitors like a dog,
Do not forget your name, motherland.

Your parent says, "I agree with my child."
This motherland will tell you her consent,
Hey, Boburjon, hey, Ulugbek, hey Alisher,
Mother Motherland will not forget your name.

The Uzbek nation is left behind,
Uzbekistan is a great country,
You have inherited courage and violence,
Mother Motherland will never forget you.

Because of you my house is peaceful, my happiness is safe,
Thanks to you, the days will come,
O Ghafurjon, O Mahmudjon, O Elomon,
Homeland will not forget, will not forget you.

Loyalty to your heart,
From the girdle to the waist,
Your chest is a shield in your hand,
Mother Motherland will never forget you.

Until Uzbek, Uzbekistan exists in the world -
Proud and proud to do with you,
O Hero, O Marufjon, O Planet,
Homeland will not forget, will not forget you.

Grandfather Temur prays for you,
Blessed is the mother who prays like Tomaris,
The cocaine that drank your blood to pray,
Do not forget your name, motherland.

Now you have the Alpomish satellite,
Now I can tell you eternity,
O Yunusbek, Abdukhalil, O Daniel,
Homeland will not forget, will not forget you.

My martyrs for the homeland,
My honorable livers,
My livers to eternity,
Do not forget your name, motherland.

MEMORY SQUARE

Serzar's time has passed,
Years and months have passed.
The voice from Mazi was not heard today,
Otherwise, my people, your memory.

You embroidered the story of life,
Explain that you turned it after yourself.
Every trace of distant ancestors
Show that you have reached generations.

The darkness in the hearts burned like a chase
The lamp illuminated by the Navoi pen,
From the rules of Hazrat Sahibkiran
Lightning that moves and illuminates thoughts,

The glorious destiny of Mother Tomaris,
The sound of Jaloliddin's sword,
To our hearts, perhaps, it was not enough,
Otherwise, my people, your memory.

The transparent faith of Imam Bukhari,
A shining star in Ulugbek's mind,
The holy blood of Mahmud Torabi
It is still stored in your memory.

So to destroy your name
Your enemies tried to ruin your memory,
False accusations, fabrications
He wanted to recreate your history.

He called you ignorant, illiterate,
The whole world is trying to deceive.
The world knew - you gave it to him
Great Khorezm and the great Sinoni.

The flag of independence was raised high,
Another lucky release prospect,
Even your three thousand-year-old history
Glorious independence returned to your heart.

Istiqlol is an ancient Uzbek name
Rediscovered to the world.
Appreciate the glory of the Uzbek people,
He turned the world to Uzbekistan.

Keep the Memory in the Heart Like Faith,
Remember your parents.
In the garden of blossoming hearts
The extinct life of distant ancestors.

Remember, the age of the young man,
Not even knowing the taste of the kiss,
How many lands put his head on the ground
He sacrificed his life for his country.

Respect their memory,
Always appreciate those who line up.
On the plates of the memory area
Let each forgotten name.

Go to the grieving Mother,
Your tears flowing from your eyes without hiding.
A moment to remember the martyrs
Put your head under your feet.

As long as there is memory, the nation is alive,
Pride is alive, pride is alive.
Memory is the power that makes a nation,
Memory is the light that illuminates the morning.

Even the grass has a memory,
The memory of the grass is the pursuit of light.
If it turns blue, it splits in two
Even a mountain stands on its way.

Until the sun shines in the sky,
You are as eternal as heaven, O my native people!
To every tragedy, to every honor,
You alone are right to evaluate!

Like a well that will pass away,
How many stars will fade away?
You remember the bright days
The future looks with our eyes.

I believe that distant morning -
The innocent phase of the seasonal spring
Come to the memorial garden and bow your head
The son of a distant future.

In the burning consciousness in his eyes
Let the light of Navoi's wisdom shine,
In the pride that burns in his heart
Grandpa's heart is full!

Khurshid Davron
MEMORY POEMS

1941 YEAR. 22 JUNE. TONGOTAR

They were shot in the morning…
A baby holding his father's hand
He asked slowly, looking at the guns,
He asked, "Does it hurt when a bullet hits, Dad?"

Thunder roared in his voice gul

In the spring, the cliff is covered with grass,
A white cloud floating on the grass
And then a flower with a bitter pain
They whispered incessantly, "It's hard, Dad!"

Forget it will never moan…

* * *

To my uncle Nuriddin, who died in World War II

… The cold wind chases me,
On the quiet city streets.
And girls love me
On distant spring nights.

Is that girl who loves you alive?
Does the memory picture hurt?
Is the night his head bowed,
Nuriddin's son's name?

1977

* * *

Brother Qoshok, you do not sleep,
A long winter night,
Or you have a hard time thinking
Let the bullet in his hand shatter.

Rajab aka, you are also awake,
Invincible torture,
Missed or right foot
Cut left leg.

At midnight, between the villages
Flying sad dreams,
Husbands, sons
Women who remember…

1972

* * *

The widow enters the courtyard the night before,
Memory in a condensed heart.
On the wall, in the picture: a young man laughing,
Next to him is a smiling virgin.

The widow wore the most beautiful dress,
The thermoses from the open window are gloomy.
In the corner of the room he sighed with grief.
The old plate squeaks again.

It will be difficult for the widow in the evening:
Memories build into the heart.
Even if it’s heavy, even if it’s an image
The photo is a mixture of smiling tears.

1974

BALLAD ABOUT FRONTOVIC

Urr-aa!
He screams, the deer in the middle of the night,
His wife jumped up in horror.
And he eats, (crawls at night),
Kissing a wounded friend on the shoulder.

The night is sleepy.
Night shouts:
"Battalion, follow me!"
Ingraydi slowly.

He chokes on someone and calls out.
Under the sound of old wounds
And again, again,
Fists trembling as fists.
Like a film from a dull pupil
Extremely far-flung ways of war.

Wake up your wife…
But of war
An inescapable heart from panic.
A colored box of handmade cigarettes
Wrinkles are like the last wallpaper.

1975

MY LIVERS

In memory of the Uzbek boys who died defending the borders of the homeland

My livers who gave their lives for the homeland,
My liver, which gave blood for humiliation,
My liver, which killed traitors like a dog,
Do not forget your name, motherland.

Your parent says, "I agree with my child."
This motherland will tell you its consent,
Hey, Boburjon, hey, Ulugbek, hey Alisher,
Mother Motherland will not forget your name.

The Uzbek nation is left behind,
There is a great country called Uzbekistan,
You have inherited courage and violence,
Mother Motherland will never forget you.

Because of you my house is peaceful, my happiness is safe,
Thanks to you, the days will come,
O Ghafurjon, O Mahmudjon, O Elomon,
Homeland will not forget, will not forget you.

Loyalty to your heart,
From the waist down to the waist,
Your chest is a shield in your hand,
Mother Motherland will never forget you.

Until Uzbek, Uzbekistan exists in the world -
Proud and proud to do with you,
O Hero, O Marufjon, O Planet,
Homeland will not forget, will not forget you.

Grandfather Temur prays for you,
Blessed is the mother who prays like Tomaris,
The cocaine that drank your blood to pray,
Do not forget your name, motherland.

Now you have the Alpomish satellite,
Now I can tell you eternity,
O Yunusbek, Abdukhalil, O Daniel,
Homeland will not forget, will not forget you.

My martyrs for the homeland,
My honorable livers,
My livers to eternity,
Do not forget your name, motherland.

MEMORY SQUARE

Serzar's time has passed,
Years and months have passed.
There was not enough voice from Mazi today,
Otherwise, my people, your memory.

You embroidered the story of life,
Explain that you turned it after yourself.
Every trace of distant ancestors
Show that you have reached generations.

The darkness in the hearts burned like a chase
The lamp illuminated by the Navoi pen,
From the rules of Hazrat Sahibkiran
Lightning that moves and illuminates thoughts,

The glorious destiny of Mother Tomaris,
The sound of Jaloliddin's sword,
To our hearts, perhaps, was not enough,
Otherwise, my people, your memory.

The transparent faith of Imam Bukhari,
A shining star in Ulugbek's mind,
The holy blood of Mahmud Torabi
It is still stored in your memory.

So to destroy your name
Your enemies tried to ruin your memory,
False accusations, fabrications
He wanted to recreate your history.

He called you ignorant, illiterate,
The whole world is trying to deceive.
The world knew - you gave it to him
Great Khorezm is the great Sinoni.

The flag of independence was raised high,
Another lucky release prospect,
Even your three thousand-year-old history
Glorious independence returned to your heart.

Istiqlol is an ancient Uzbek name
Rediscovered to the world.
I always cherish the Uzbek glory,
He turned the world to Uzbekistan.

Keep the Memory in the Heart Like Faith,
Remember your parents.
In the garden of blossoming hearts
The extinct life of distant ancestors.

Remember, the age of the young man,
Not even knowing the taste of the kiss,
How many lands put his head on the ground
He sacrificed his life for his country.

Respect their memory,
Always appreciate those who line up.
On the plates of the memory area
Let each forgotten name.

Go to the grieving Mother,
Your tears flowing from your eyes without hiding.
A moment to remember the martyrs
Put your head under your feet.

As long as there is memory, the nation is alive,
Pride is alive, pride is alive.
Memory is the power that makes a nation,
Memory is the light that illuminates the morning.

Even the grass has a memory,
The memory of the grass is the pursuit of light.
If it turns blue, it splits in two
Even a mountain stands on its way.

Until the sun shines in the sky,
You are as eternal as heaven, O my native people!
To every tragedy, to every honor,
You alone are right to evaluate!

Like a well that will pass away,
How many stars will fade away?
You remember the bright days
The future looks with our eyes.

I believe that distant morning -
The innocent phase of the seasonal spring
Come to the memorial garden and bow your head
The son of a distant future.

In the burning consciousness in his eyes
Let the light of Navoi's wisdom shine,
In the pride that burns in his heart
Grandpa's heart is full!

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