A collection of poems about Islam Karimov

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Receive a collection of selected poems dedicated to the memory of our first President Islam Abduganievich Karimov.

 

A POEM NAMED AFTER OTAJON - IAKARIMOV

I came to your grave, Father,
I miss you frankly…
He wept and mourned,
The pupil of my eye ..

No comfort, no encouragement,
A country left speechless.
Maybe she's crying like me,
A country without you.

I can't say I'm full,
I'm in pain, Father!
Four months ago you didn't, no,
I'm dead, Father!

I found refuge in this soil,
Wishes, oh today.
Kneeling in your grave,
What great kings today.

I do not believe you are not dead,
I'm not happy at all.
You were a saint,
Saints do not die!

To the soil of Hazrat Hizr,
Memories were bathed.
A thousand years later,
Hizr was buried again.

This morning my heart ached,
I'm in pain, Father!
Your smiling face,
I miss you, Father!

No comfort, no encouragement,
A country left speechless.
Maybe she's crying like me,
A country without you.

 

 

ISLAM BOBOM (A POEM ABOUT ISLAM KARIMOV) -

Rajabova Shahrinoza

Hearts are not sad today without you,
The birds will also land on your grave,
Allah will give you paradise,
My Islamic grandfather, who burned as his homeland,
Grandpa with our head bowed at your feet!
Such a person who does not live for himself is rare,
He doesn't know what sleep is for my people and my country
In humility no one can reach him,
My Islamic grandfather, who gave his life for this country,
Grandpa with our head bowed at your feet!
You have opened the way to perfection, we have read,
Mature, Scholar, We grew up as children,
We grew up in a free country without knowing war,
Angel of Peace Islam my grandfather,
Grandpa with our head bowed at your feet!
You will not be found in every science,
There is no one who loves Uzbek
If they are found, they will not be like you,
My Islamic grandfather, who showed his identity,
Grandpa with our head bowed at your feet!
He inherited his knowledge and intelligence,
Respecting the little one,
Perfect, mature filling on every front,
The great-great-great-grandfather of Islam,
Grandpa with our head bowed at your feet!
The great and the small have won the affection,
Twenty-five years have passed as your homeland,
Introduced the Uzbek people to the world,
The pride of Uzbekistan is my Islamic grandfather,
Grandpa with our head bowed at your feet!
You remember, you are in the hearts,
You will not be forgotten, in an eternal heart,
The heart of every young old man is in the net,
My heroic Islamic grandfather,
Grandpa with our head bowed at your feet!

 

MISSING ISLAM KARIMOV

I came to your grave, Father,

I miss you frankly…

He wept and mourned,

The pupil of my eye ..

No comfort, no encouragement,

A country left unsaid.

Maybe she's crying like me,

A country without you.

I can't tell, my stomach is full,

I'm in pain, Otajon!

Four months ago you were not, no,

I'm dead, Father!

I found blood in this soil,

Wishes, oh today.

Kneeling in your grave,

What great kings today.

I do not believe you are not dead,

Sira kõnglim tӧlmaydi.

You were a saint.

Saints do not die!

To the soil of Hazrat Hizr,

Memories are immersed.

A thousand years later,

Again Hizr was buried.

This morning my heart ached,

I'm in pain, Father!

Your smiling face,

I miss you, Father!

No comfort, no encouragement,

A country left unsaid.

Maybe she's crying like me,

A country without you.

 

 

CAN'T CRY BECAUSE OF THIS SEPARATION (IN MEMORY OF ISLAM KARIMOV)

You were the mountain of the Uzbek people

We leaned our heads down

You were the stain of greedy people

It was hard for them to cut their chests

Can't cry from this separation

We would wrap up our sleep in a sweet dream

We would not grieve

We would see you at the top of the homeland

We are happy because of you

Can't cry from this separation

Embracing and loving

The name of the homeland is Uzbekistan

Hugging tightly without giving it to anyone

You have spread the glory of fame to the world

Can't cry from this separation

The whole world recognized us today

Because God looks at you

Your grandchildren justified the salt

One hundred percent take your advice

Can't cry from this separation

We used to say that my father had a throne above us

We were not afraid of anyone, you said don't be afraid

Thank God we have a peaceful country and happiness

You would push the lion and kiss the fox

Can't cry from this separation

My son, daughter, daughter-in-law and I cried

My ninety-year-old mother cried trembling

He cried for a century

The light world sighed and sobbed

Can't cry from this separation

We will never forget you, never

You will live in our eternal hearts

The genius is the greatest man for us

In our eternal joys and sorrows

Can't cry from this separation

A memory from you to the next generation

Thousands of buildings and minarets remain

Not just today, forever, tomorrow

The leaves remained golden maples

Can't cry from this separation

A prosperous homeland remained, a free country remained

Doves flying in the skies

Blessed are you for a lifetime

Let the nastars grow around your grave

Can't cry from this separation

No matter what they say, they are passionate

Walking barefoot in a thorny desert

His eyes are sad and his head is bowed

After watching you on the last track

NURMUHAMMAD picked up the pen by hand

 

 

Poems by Abdulla Aripov dedicated to the death of Islam Karimov

A message spread, It was midnight,

It was as if I was in a flood of grief, lost.

Someone said we lost the leader,

I lost a dear friend.

Who would have thought,

A great maple if it suddenly falls.

The pain is bitter and bitter in our throats,

There is no limit to this grief.

He left without saying a word,

Throwing everyone into the fire of Hijrah.

A big star in the Uzbek sky,

Tears well up in the eyes of both young and old.

We are imperfect slaves, without thinking,

We bit the hand that stroked our head.

The world has turned upside down for hundreds of years,

We worked for others, not ourselves.

We are helpless slaves without realizing it.

I prefer someone's language.

Knowing and seeing the geniuses of this country,

We made a statue for strangers.

The bell was ringing above us,

It had to be broken from the bottom up.

Instead of the ruins of the century, bold,

It was necessary to create a new country.

The fan is up and down the world,

This Man glanced deeply.

In fact, living in the name of the nation,

It is a medicine for the suffering of the people.

There is a loss in our hearts today,

But let us envy the proud.

Eternity has grown before our eyes,

That's how Eternity passed us by.