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A collection of touching and emotional poems about aliens. If you want to know the value of your parents, be a stranger. Traveling really teaches a lot
A stranger
The dark night opened its face and spread its light,
My longings crushed me and I opened my eyes to foreignness.
Sometimes I come home with a broken heart,
And I say to myself, it's even worse.
If I could think about it,
I wish I could fly home as a swallow.
Buried in such dreams every night,
Even though I cry, my face is covered with tears.
You can't ignore the longing itself.
This half-heartedness will not be fulfilled until I go.
I take my phone with pain,
I dial the number I remember.
After a soft whistle, my mother hangs,
Warm greetings are sent to me.
I will immediately tell my mother what is going on in my village.
I don't want to tell him that I miss him.
My close friend had a dream last night.
He waited for me a month ago saying he would come.
One day, my little girl called me daddy.
The older one looked as if he was waiting for me.
We sleep in the same wagon with our friends here,
He wakes up to the adhan before dawn.
Uzbek girls are full of modesty,
Buyer's daughters have wine and beer in their hands.
She does not wear a headscarf like an Uzbeg's daughter.
Even the thin one I am wearing does not hit my knees.
The pain of aliens
I will pick up the pen again,
I miss you
The pain inside me,
Only one thing is clear to me.
I'm walking and working
In places far from the country,
Every day, I collect my honest livelihood,
I work in the cold.
Sometimes I'm a loser, sometimes I'm a winner,
Even sometimes being idle,
singing my longing
I live abroad.
father i am fine
My mother is easy,
Is my brother walking?
Tin is a male sister.
The village has changed a lot.
Beauty has blossomed,
Dear friends,
He is in good health.
I have no pain here,
I don't have a close confidant
But don't worry,
My stomach is full.
It's almost time to see you,
I'll be back when the winter is over,
I miss my country,
We have a lot of work to do.
Foreign men
So that my parents and family are at least complete,
The stranger is walking so that one is two.
My son is my daughter, let him learn
Men traveling abroad.
He works, asking for God's blessing,
Always a stranger to another country.
The couple spent sleepless nights thinking honestly,
Men who are strangers in a foreign country.
Sometimes he doesn't even like it,
Real men never shy away from work.
An unbeliever does not know the pain of a stranger,
Men who are strangers in a foreign land.
This life is sweet to someone,
When there is pain, he writes a poem. He is able to add pain.
Because he is also an ordinary foreign poet,
Men who are strangers in a foreign country.
Men who hide their pain and laugh.
A stranger's lament
Don't let your eyes swim, eyebrow pencils,
Get away from me worries and sorrows,
Pray for survival, boys.
My parents are waiting at home.
Pray that I will be saved,
Do not add pain to the pain of the rain,
Be patient until I go,
My parents are waiting at home.
Even if you look at me, Lord, I am sad,
Don't make my parents cry.
Am I short enough?
My parents are waiting at home.
I know a lot, my mistakes are the same,
I became, as it were, a saint on a rough road,
I love my ways;
My parents are waiting at home.
I went far, I did not fulfill my duty,
I didn't think, I saw my day,
I wish the fool every day of my life
My parents are waiting at home.
The plight of the stranger
You knew the rules, the pain of the stranger,
When he leaves, he eats his food and leaves with a thousand sighs.
When parents, siblings, neighbors say goodbye,
He will cry until he reaches the destination.
You knew the rules, the pain of the stranger,
Scattered sustenance, his fortune is scarce, and he goes looking for it.
His pain is not laughter, or pleasure,
He aims to provide for his family as his goal.
You knew the rules, the pain of the stranger,
The heart and stomach become salty from not being satisfied with Yor Wasli
Missing her baby in the crib,
He tells himself about his dreams.
You knew the rules, the pain of the stranger,
They are alive and cry, happy and sad.
He who freezes in the cold, has patience for everything,
He works, says my father, says my mother, says my child...
You knew the rules, you are a foreigner.
Return to Uzbekistan as soon as possible
Do not listen to the fool,
Never believe a lie
My sojourner friends,
Return to Uzbekistan as soon as possible.
Motherland is your eyesore,
Your child misses you
Your mother is crying for you
Return to Uzbekistan as soon as possible.
You will not find a more beautiful country,
Far away you can't sleep peacefully,
You can't wash away your pain
Return to Uzbekistan as soon as possible.
To those who sold their father,
To those who do not know what their country is,
Don't trade lies for truths
Return to Uzbekistan as soon as possible.
Do not listen to the fool,
Never believe a lie
My sojourner friends,
Return to Uzbekistan as soon as possible.
Those who travel abroad
I am at peace in your country without waking up,
If possible, everyone should get sustenance from the land.
No balm for the longing,
May he give patience to those who travel abroad.
One day you will be full and one day you will be hungry.
It is difficult to get a little tin.
He who drinks is a fool, and a sick person.
May he give patience to those who travel abroad.
He spends every moment in worry,
Sometimes you have to forget the dialect.
Show off every brother you find.
May he give patience to those who travel abroad.
"Until I go, my mother is the police," he said.
He is the guardian of his father.
What does he say to his child when he says "Come"?
May he give patience to those who travel abroad.
In the long, restless night, he dreams,
When will he see your family and your livers.
He prays for patience.
May he give patience to those who travel abroad.
Who is good, who is good,
Everyone knows what happened.
Collected one by one and found it honestly.
May he give patience to those who travel abroad.
He misses the air of his home,
Weddings, the sound of trumpets.
Unstoppable Cry Outpouring,
May he give patience to those who travel abroad.
Afraid to look at the call from home,
Saying "quietly", he keeps himself to the noisy questioning.
"If I insist, I'll go back to my feet"
May he give patience to those who travel abroad.
He can't see, let his son study.
Let the daughter weave poems for her father.
After all, it's the same thing.
May he give patience to those who travel abroad.
A couple of sloppy reasons,
Do not criticize the stranger, call him bad.
Who knows the sin, who knows the reward,
May he give patience to those who travel abroad.
The longings are full of color and straw,
Let him return home safe and sound.
The real wealth is the family, a warm place,
May he give patience to those who travel abroad.
You know, my friend, this is Russia
If you work, you have all your bread,
Lazy people can hardly eat bread.
Your step will be followed by the enemy,
You know, my friend, this is Russia!
All nations work hard,
But the goal is the same for everyone.
Be sweet and be respectful,
You know, my friend, this is Russia!
You wake up before the rooster,
If you are mature, what you find is gold,
Count every penny,
You know, my friend, this is Russia!
With due respect to elders,
In honor of the little ones,
Humanity at its true value,
You know, my friend, this is Russia!
If you are a lakma, they will call you
If you don't crush them, they will crush you
They throw the chakimchi upright,
You know, my friend, this is Russia!
I'm sorry for the dirty,
There is always trouble for the wicked,
Don't eat pand don't find zinhor,
You know, my friend, this is Russia!
Don't walk in vain,
Woe to the wicked,
God preserves what is saved,
You know, my friend, this is Russia!
May God give patience to everyone
Don't lose the motherland for a long time,
The feeling of longing is too heavy,
You know, my friend, this is Russia!
The light you want will find in this,
You will find the stop that you want,
If you want money, you will find it.
You know, my friend, this is Russia!
No matter what, we are Uzbeks.
We call it a childhood home.
We came with good intentions,
You know, my friend, this is Russia.
I miss my guest
I miss Jahangashta my dear, my stranger,
I miss my children who want knowledge from abroad.
I miss my boy with a piece of my heart,
I miss you, my mother.
Spread the earth to the worlds, my child,
You are a useful person.
When your parents are old, see them in your hands, my child.
My heart is full of joy and longing.
I open my hands and ask God for prayers,
May he take you wherever you are, my child.
My friends in a foreign country
I wish you luck from Allah,
I wish you health from Allah,
Sometimes I envy you
Sometimes I cried thinking about you...
My friends in foreign countries.
Take care of your loved ones,
Don't wait, your longing eyes,
Fulfilling fatherly, motherly duty,
You think every day the family is peaceful.
My friends in foreign countries.
I know it's not easy to live
I wish I could think of you,
Placing the word "homeland" in the heart,
I give my life to the word "homeland".
My friends in foreign countries.
My friends standing over the fire,
My friends who risked their lives,
My friends, who sometimes drink, sometimes burn, are full,
Only those who have not seen the other world,
One head, my friends who have suffered a thousand times.
Crying in your memory
Ahad Qayyum wrote thinking of you,
We will sing songs to you,
Every night thinking about the past,
Every night, I miss my country and cry,
Go to the grave of your ancestors,
As if my friends standing on the drawbridge,
My friends in foreign countries!
source: abbosbek.uz