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VARRAKLAR - Shukrullo
I woke up happy in the spring,
My eyes would be on the sky in the morning.
When the wind shakes the poplar branches,
There was no end to my joy.
Like a new bride on the roof,
The tulips were glowing.
Lojuvard is as vast as the sea,
What a spring it was! What a beautiful time she is!
The leaves fluttered in the wind,
I fell on my back listening to the roof.
PAPERS JOY - Dilshod Rajab
Gone are the days
The bitter cold of winter,
Nature wears joy
Holiday dress.
The sky laughs
Lightning bolts,
Out of laughter
Young people leaving.
The joy of not being able to fit inside
Boiling springs,
It doesn't fit
Toshar soy streams.
HADEMAY - Dilshod Rajab
It's a bitter taste
Tracking in the fields.
Cute dessert to come
The winds are blowing.
In the sky like a white sheet
Crane drawing,
Swallows on wires
Kneel like soldiers.
Like a bullet flying in a whistle
Children whistle,
He was fast asleep
Everything is peaceful.
SPRING WIND - Abdulla Oripov
Spring is coming,
Clean, clean.
The wind plays in the blue latitudes.
A blue air in the valley,
It's hard to sleep in a foggy city.
Joyful, carefree,
Flowers left in an instant.
Spring is the purest breeze,
Spring is the cleanest wind.
I beat myself into the arms of the latitudes,
I say charming to the eye.
It comforts the face like a baby's breath
My long-awaited spring.
Spring is passing like a wind,
Well, let it pass and let it pass.
Beloved, may the air in your life be pure,
May the winds of your life be fragrant.
EARLY SPRING - Oybek
Blue, blue… Here and there
Clouds write slowly
Silver wings.
On a warm, pleasant day
Birds play freely
Draw mysterious letters.
From the edges of the stream
Green-eyed daisy
He mutters quietly.
Every side in my beautiful garden
The spring is soft, silky
Breath spreads…
BAHORIM - Dilafroz Zayniyeva
The hand of nature is a flower artist,
The gift, the beauty is also unique,
You have to live, you have to wake up,
Welcome to my country, spring.
The trees were in full bloom.
This ornament appealed to the hearts,
The tulip smiled,
Welcome to my country, spring.
You are the culprit in the poet's poem,
You are as beautiful as moon-faced girls,
You will be so unique,
Welcome to my country, spring.
Your annual visit is wise,
Medicinal herbs are generous,
Navruz food is a blessing,
Welcome to my country, my spring!
I WANT TO LIKE YOU, SPRING - Nilufar Jabborova
It was as if a spell had opened in my heart,
Your secrets seem to be inexhaustible.
My chest was full of white dreams
As if my soul flew into the sky.
If you are not so charming, spring,
I want to be like you again!
Will they wait for me like you,
I am anxiously waiting for my way.
If only my poems were as beautiful as yours,
The roots are deep, magical flowering.
If you are not so charming, spring,
I want to be like you again!
I embraced your fragrant flowers,
He was overwhelmed.
I forgot myself between charming days,
God made me a baby.
If you are not so charming, spring,
I want to be like you again!
BAHOR - Zulfiya,
Spring in the eyes of man,
Its a wave in all veins.
Snow like the vain mother of the past,
Beiz, the spark that melts the bedard.
Spring in the eyes of man,
A more playful baby-like cloud.
The blue eyelid is sleepy, a bright dignity
Take care of people's hearts.
The magical eternal beauty of spring
Young and old are the same.
They will break the mirror. Rent
Everyone’s age is heartbreaking this season.
Rejoice in every light, in every bird, in every bud
It will be very close and far.
As if you fail,
Every sown seed is a mountain of chestnuts.
Without spring, of course, mankind,
He was discovering, happiness as he discovered…
YOU ARE SO GOOD, SPRING - Zamira Ruziyeva
A handful of sunbul-sunbul,
Hair covered with hair.
When I pick flowers, I call them flowers,
The swallow sang.
The world is beautiful, spotless,
You're so good, spring.
Flower beds grow,
He sings the nightingales.
I'm still in a good mood,
When I fly, it spreads my soul.
Spring,
You're so good, spring.
You are beautiful
You are rich in magic and mystery.
The sky is in my hands,
You are the winged Humayun.
Hafiz - Bakhshisan bahor,
You're so good, spring.
BAHOR - RAMAZON Baqoev,
Spring has come with a laugh and a flirtation,
Unusual flowers with handmade soz,
We waited for him with great respect,
You are my joy, my beautiful spring.
Let it fly,
The white paper on which my lines fell,
Madhing sings,
You are my inspiration, myself, my spring.
May your trees blossom,
You are the world in the world,
Precious as heaven, beautiful,
You are my gardener, my painter spring.
OUR SPRING - Dilshod Rajab
Spring is always spring though
Indicates identity.
Even from a solid rock
It produces flowers.
From tulips to the hills
The floor is blue.
Even the cliff, the tree
Flower makeup.
Like a shepherd who drives
A "herd" of unusual birds.
The knee is like a necklace on a wire
Let the swallows rejoice.
Walking all winter long
An unspoken being.
He laughs out loud
Shashti low stream, stream.
… Spring is such a craft
The show is on our side.
Mouth watering
The decision is huge mountains too.
SPRING OF MY COUNTRY - Murod Rahmon,
My country is spring
From the hills, from the hills,
From the heart of the fields… from the velvet lands…
From the wonderful secrets that awaken the heart,
Spring is coming again yurt
Beauty contest that starts in the gardens,
Basil whisper, tulip dance…
The moon, the stars, the sprouts in the lake are the opposite…
Spring is coming again yurt
Majnuntol, earrings from jiida,
Streaming stream to the beach…
Mint, grass makes jilva,
Spring is coming again yurt
The song of birds that attracts the heart again,
Purple imosi, jasmine ibosi…
The dawn strikes the faces,
Spring is coming again yurt
Oh, green, beautiful life awakens,
The creature that sings the world wakes up,
Goodness awakens, desire awakens,
Spring is coming again yurt
BAHOR - Bahodir Bahrom
My Uzbekistan rejoices
The crown of the sun on his head.
Welcome mother bostonim,
When spring comes to him.
Every coca, every grass, every bud
Let the new season bleed with love.
Purple fragrance
Let life awaken in the valleys.
Male winds like a happy child
Take a flying mint neck.
Dreams on the hills,
Tulips play.
To the baby's tears
The sky washes away the dust.
In the pure heart of this heaven
The birds dance happily.
My mother is happy
When spring comes to him.
Welcome to Uzbekistan
The crown of the sun on his head.
happy.uz