My country, I finished a poem for you today,
I never found your match.
There are poets, the whole of their country
The world is lonely.
They flew the poem too far,
The land of silver on the wings.
There is a country in the world, however
There is an unfinished epic:
Only my helpless pen is mine,
Uzbekistan is my homeland!
I do not walk in search of paradise,
If I can't find it, I won't smoke.
I do not sit and tell tales,
"Musallo," I said.
Take it out of your bosom,
The teacher was a scientist.
The pride that Ghafur Ghulam felt
Epic to the world you can do.
Far history is my step,
Uzbekistan is my homeland!
The poem is large in size, consisting of 10 verses of 14 lines each. Total - 140 rows. The odd and even lines in the band have been rhyming with each other. The last byte of each band is rhymed with each other. The poem is dedicated to a very important topic - the honor of our motherland. So how does the poet illuminate the sacred theme of the Fatherland? Does he have anything new to say about it?
Let's see together.
Here is a poem about the poet's homeland. He wants to compare it to the most beautiful places in the world. No, there is no such place. Even paradise cannot be compared to it. This country is unique. It is an unfinished epic. The pen is powerless to describe it. Every verse of the poem "Uzbekistan is my homeland!" ends with a proud line. It should be noted that these views were expressed in 1968. At that time "USSR is our only Motherland!" The false slogan was instilled in the minds of millions of people. Abdulla Oripov in the following circumstances:
"Uzbekistan is my homeland!" He exclaimed. It was courage.
We continue to analyze the poem. Yes, this country has no analogues. Master Hamid Olimjon wrote about the spring of this country - the axis of the epoch spread all over the world. His country is so beautiful, so magical.
What about history ?! History is also a history of honor. The poet looks at the past of his country. He sees great ancestors in the depths of distant history. Here is the master who conquered half the world and established a great kingdom. In the distance, his grandson Ulugbek, who identified 1018 stars and created "celestial science".
Centuries pass through the poet's mind "looking at the flaws and the beauty." Here, the author dwells on one. He is a beruni! our great ancestor who still amazes the world with his discoveries of a thousand years ago. He had predicted the American continent almost five hundred years before Christopher Columbus. He conducted long surveys on the shores of the Indian Ocean and predicted that these waters would return from a distant continent. And it turned out to be American. The fame of his discovery passed to Columbus. That is why the poet is in pain in Columbus.
There is another brilliant figure in the history of the homeland that cannot be ignored. This is Navoi. This ancient world has seen many warriors. But the warriors of the word came less. Alisher Navoi is a figure who conquered the world with his pen and turned the world into a mess. Is it possible not to be proud of them ?!
The creator of these great personalities is the people "greater than the bar", "more beloved than the bar". In the following verses, the poet creates the image of this great and beloved motherland. It is this nation that has delivered such great children to the world, that has carried their glory for centuries. His first virtue is his boundless love for his children. The poet takes a look at the history of the people from this point of view. The image of our people will not burn in fire and will not drown in water. Who did not come riding a horse on top of him. Genghis came to envy you. It came with the intention of losing you from the world. Jalaliddin became a straw, you jumped over the river and survived. Then came the revolution. It was a disaster, too. You cried out for help. Your dark nights turned crimson from the red blood of the martyrs. Then came the Nazis. Your blood flowed again. But you did not die, you did not die. No enemy could lose you. You always came out from under the ruins of the Homeland, which was turned into a cult, like a mythical straw. In fact, Uzbek is an Uzbek moment, and when we say Uzbekistan, we think of Uzbek.
This poem was written almost simultaneously with the poem "O'zbegim" by another famous poet Erkin Vahidov, and both works played a significant role in understanding the identity of our people.
