Abdulla Aripov (March 21.03, 1941 - November 05.11.2016, 1990) was born in the village of Nekoz, Kasan district, Kashkadarya region. People's Poet of Uzbekistan (1998). Hero of Uzbekistan (1963). Graduated from Tashkent State University, Faculty of Journalism (1965). The first collection of poems was "Little Star" (1966). "My eyes are on the way" (1969), "Mother" (1971), "My soul", "Uzbekistan" (1974), "Memory", "Wind of my country" (1979), "Face to face", "Amazement" (1981), "Fortress of Salvation" (1983), "Harmony of the Years" (1992), "Book of Hajj", "Prayer" (1996), "Selection" (1999), "World" (2003) , "Poet's Heart" (4), 1978-volume "Selected Works" and other books of poetry. He also wrote epics ("The Road to Paradise", 1996; "Sahibkiran", 1998). The poetic drama "Sahibkiron" (1992) was staged in all major theaters of the republic. He translated Dante's "Divine Comedy" into Uzbek by AN Nekrasov, L. Ukrainka, T. Shevchenko, R. Khamzatov, K. Kuliev. He wrote the text of the National Anthem of the Republic of Uzbekistan (1983). Laureate of Hamza (1992) and Alisher Navoi (XNUMX) State Prizes of the Republic of Uzbekistan.
HOW I LOVE UZBEKISTAN.
Why do I love Uzbekistan,
The dirt turned into a parrot in my eyes.
Why the homeland, the earth, the sky,
I call it holy, I call it lonely.
What in the world is really lonely?
Doesn't cotton grow in other hands?
Or is my sun the reason for my love?
After all, the whole of Asia is sunny.
Why do I love Uzbekistan,
I envy the gardens as a paradise.
Why do I cherish the soil,
I kiss you, your soil is priceless, Motherland!
In fact the fair nature of the soil,
The distribution is equal to the earth
Why is this soil, cried Furqat,
O land of Kashgar, are you poor?
Why do I love Uzbekistan?
Tell me the reason, they say.
Poetically, before beautiful words,
I bow to my mother people:
My people, if the judgment of history befalls you,
If it led to the permafrost,
If you had a place of snow,
Wouldn't I love those icebergs?
Homeland, Homeland, may, flourish,
The garden is in the eternal ice, but,
My country, you are only for your riches
If you have a loving child, never forgive!
UZBEKISTAN
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,
I don't think so.
Take it out of your bosom,
Teacher Olimjon,
The pride that Ghafur Ghulam felt
Epic to the world you can do.
My step in distant history is mine,
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
You have a really long past,
I can't see everything.
I do not praise Mazi, but
I think of your past for a moment.
The conquest of vast Asia,
A man came out, arrogant, arrogant,
Two and a half centuries of the world
The Great Jahangir sighed.
I mean, this day, it’s mine, mine.
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
Speaking of grandparents,
There is a word at the beginning.
The science of the sky is the first to be born
In the vision tables.
The killer's hand was drunk,
The sun flew like a golden head.
Friends, not the stars in the sky,
He is the tears in Ulugbek's eyes.
Remaining on the ground, oh, my body,
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
Centuries before my eyes,
The flaw is beautiful.
Sarson past generations,
Place of birth without finding.
America says magic,
Columbus was still asleep,
For the first time the sea lit up,
The torch of Beruni's mind.
My pain in Columbus is mine,
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
This is a world that many warriors have seen,
Witness it all underground.
But, friends, among the people of poetry
Jahangiri will be rare, to be sure.
Five centuries, a palace of poetry
A poem with a trembling chain.
The place where Timur did not cut
Alisher took the pen.
The world is mine,
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
I talked about grandparents, though
Who is there that is more beloved than the bar:
The genius that bestows greatness,
My people, you are great.
You are the last bread
He held the enamel to his son.
You are yourself, children are glorious
Centuries have passed.
My mother, my people, my soul,
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
A lot of time has passed over your head,
Passed Buddha, passed Zoroaster.
Every encounter is ignorant,
My mother, my people, grabbed you by the collar.
Genghis is full of anger
He wanted to lose the world.
Jaloliddin is the straw
You jumped over the Amudarya.
You are my straw,
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
Living in Toleing,
Sometimes you drank blood, sometimes wine.
My country is in turmoil,
The revolution has come to you.
From the battlefield in search of action
Fly to the skies,
From the red blood of the martyrs
It's dark blue nights.
My bloody head,
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
But the sun never sets,
Moonlight that does not stay in the poplars,
A fair judge is right, impartial,
Great care of the oppressed.
Sword swipe tole morning
You have recognized yourself.
In the drop of blood of the boys
You got the name of Uzbekistan.
My name is Gulshanim,
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
Peace be upon this old world,
It's a time of peace.
It disturbed your peace too
A wild crowd called the Nazis.
My blood flowed in Dantsig,
When Sabir Rahim fell.
But, my country, my eternal enemy.
In the park called Uzbekistan.
You are my honor and glory,
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
It was late fall, I saw you,
Someone was looking out the window.
It was you, my peasant country,
You lived naked, barefoot.
"It's raining outside,"
Dirt, bobojon, a little spread.
Deding: - Cotton, it's over,
It's freezing.
You're gone, my life is mine,
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
You will probably go far,
In Fergana, you are probably a Balkar.
Maybe on a pale mountain,
As a shepherd, you light a fire.
Maybe the teacher is as full as Oybek
You are going to write a new epic.
Maybe it's Habib Abdullah,
Mining in the desert.
The soil is dice, my ore is mine,
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
Well, my country, even if you visit the world,
Even if you put it in space, step by step,
Never forget yourself
Remember, my motherland.
Like your son, I am this time
I watched your past.
I saw your luck
Beyond the horizons of independence.
Iqboli hur, shox-shanim manim.
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
Never fail, my country,
Zavol doesn't know at this age.
Be victorious, be victorious, my lord,
Break up a friend, with your brother.
In a series of centuries
Your home will last forever.
In the family of a great man
Eternally bright forehead is yours.
My eternal home is mine,
Uzbekistan is my homeland.
