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Dad, don't worry about me,
My heart goes out to the old hunter
The ship that made me a prisoner,
Haliver does not know how to stop
My way to become a rainbow
Sometimes sad, sometimes happy,
it's funny to think i'll be back,
I am a rifle shooter
Whose heart is my address,
Did God Know?
Fear not my unbreakable heart
Fear not, my thoughts are honest.
Although I started holding a glass,
Although I know the language of girls.
No one can call me a drunkard
Confession given by lovers.
With my pen, not the ketmon
I cling to my eyelashes,
Forgive me, father.
I wanted to live a blast.
I'm not fed up with the village,
I know my roots well.
I put the floor in my palm
I am building a huge village.
Just don’t worry about me
Let your heart be full of laughter
Don't say you know if you're a father,
Not as I have seen as a father
** Line to my mother **
I think of you this morning,
Mom, I can't go even if I miss,
In a city so bright at night,
I can’t hurt anyone.
I loved everyone as you said,
I believed everyone, and here is the result:
My love buried in my friend's house,
The day burned my chest with hatred.
My experience is clear to the sky,
The stars are screaming and laughing:
I am a distant, vast, blue pasture,
I am a lost slave Uy
Here I go, my eyes on the rocky road,
My foot fits in the car seat.
When I cried, I comforted myself,
I cook like a mare.
And I think of you in the evening, in the morning,
Mom, I can't go even if I miss it.
The nights are bright in such a city
I can't hurt anyone…
Yes, about love. U dilga ne zeb,
Don't worry, it's your destiny.
I wish you good luck forever
Your Missing Girl Silver…
Something came to your mind,
What came to your mind, mother?
You even cried and laughed,
What is it that catches your eye?
Very similar to me, mother,
Tears glistening in your eyes.
I have that eye, that eyebrow,
Very similar to me, mother.
Mom, don't spill it, please?
If it spills out of your eyes.
If I don't give you a message,
Mom, please pour it out.
Oh, my mother wandering after me,
A piece of heart a thousand bribes mom.
In the bright world of seeing a balloon,
My poor mother, who has never seen Tashkent,
Did I start as a child,
Am I your son now?
Although there is no word "holiday" in bisot,
I know you're waiting for sandals full of coals,
I don't have a heart:
There's no girl I haven't given a present to tonight,
I gave you neither flowers nor sweet words,
Am I your son now, mother?
You say: If you survive in the distance,
If you remember, if you visit me,
My child, everyone wants you xav
After all, my pain is not only poetry,
I am a famous poet - a famous ruthless,
Tell me, am I your son now?
I finished a poem for you. Let him find you,
Kneel at your feet and kiss your hand.
Let him see that I am greater than he,
Ask me for your dear,
Do I have a strange heart without you, mother,
Am I your son now, mother?
Muhammad Yusuf
Seventy stars fell,
Unpaid for half a month,
Seven new ones gathered,
You can't be a single mother,
Mother to the living door
Gurbat can't get close,
As for me, my liver is blood,
I'm ruining my mother.
Although we were young, cave,
You are there - we were great too,
One raisin has five sons
We were equal,
Sometimes we argue for the truth
We would tell my mother to say,
The dream is now,
I wonder, mother.
If he is alive, his parents
When you are strong enough to climb,
When your mother dies, from your head
As the sun goes down,
It's a real pain
As the mountain sinks,
My chest is full of a thousand wishes,
I'm pregnant, mother.
A house without a mother is a night without a moon
Now that I think about it,
My heart aches,
Which one should I slaughter?
Without you the street is useless,
Even at home without pleasure,
The angel left
I'm on the threshold, mother
Die orphan for yourself!
Both me on the hill and on the hill.
I don't have a button on my shirt,
If there is a button, do the laundry.
Joining my four yangs
Motivated by four brothers,
In my own home,
I am a stranger, mother.
The mind is restrained
A kind longing,
To a man in the world
If you tell me your secret,
Your mother's friend too
He also deceives the enemy,
Tell me who I am
I believe, mother ?.
Your absence is on the way
It is known that
Mornings without bread
I have a loaf of bread.
I'm yellow
Looking at your picture,
He cries out for light
I'm sorry, mom.
Home netting -
My brother is sleeping, I am sleeping,
He is as handsome as a lion
He had five sons,
If you can come back
I would love to be back!
I love this place
I'm jealous, mother.
I live like a ghost
Unnoticed, felt.
Sometimes striving for the sky,
Sometimes bending to the ground,
Writing a poem when you miss
My heart is broken -
A poet in hand
I'm happy, mom
Muhammad Yusuf
I miss you, it's hard to see now,
There are bottomless rivers between us.
We look forward to seeing you,
We are one mountain divided into two.
As long as the worlds are unfaithful,
Happiness is a great opportunity.
Your father is helpless in the face of fate,
Living in Ayra is a destiny for us.
Oksimagin, my dear son, my wrestler son
I left you, my false son
Without you, my heart is not whole either
Without you my heart is ruined too son.
My eyes are black and white if you know
My heart cries if you know
It's called life, it's a bridge,
You'll understand if you're a guy one day.
May I live no matter what!
Be the boy your mother dreamed you are!
Even if you live without caring for your father,
Be a person who cares for his country!
My dear son, my lion,
I left you, my false son.
There is also a place to find and a place to lose.
My son is also amazed at my condition.
TWO FORTRESSS
If your mother leaves, your beauty will disappear,
If your father leaves, your states will leave.
If you lose these two strongholds,
The dice on your forehead will go away.
Like cocaine left in the desert without a father,
The color of his mother's face is like ink.
Whose fortifications will fall,
Four thousand hurts on all four sides.
If you go away, you will have to wait four years.
A faithful friend who waits ten years.
But your father's patience will turn to stone,
Your mother will wait forty years before she dies.
If your father dies, don't say he's dead.
It is an inextinguishable bayot in your chest.
If you stumble in your ways,
Your mother's spirit will hold your hand.
Try it when you have a problem,
Try it when it adds to your grief.
Some of you shed tears for you,
Your father is a sword, your mother is a bloodthirsty man.
When your fame is gone, your friends,
Your friends will leave when your wealth is gone.
Your parents will stay with you, the rest
It just crosses the street one by one.
Guljamol Askarova
To say a word worthy of the honor of fathers
Equivalent to writing a sacred book.
Their kindness is like a lamp,
The heart is as wide as the starry sky.
If I take the Eastern metaphor, I remember,
A name is great, a name is poor.
Holding the ground in his hand, to the generation
The fathers who delivered the bus, after all.
A gray falcon flying high
Out of sight, out of polapon.
To preserve the offspring of the couch
After all, the father's people died.
Bread is a child's painful cry
Sometimes he stabbed her alive.
The bitter serum of a long life
Her hair was frizzy.
The throne is taller than Solomon
Career and happiness called father.
The child is created, which means there is no death
Time with the Father.
I can't wait to help
I don't wander around looking for a friend.
A friend and helper is a father forever,
Shoni-shoning erur, armoni-armon.
Abdulla Oripov
Standing at the gate of the Ka'bah, O guard,
First the open ways of mothers.
At that moment,
Circumambulate, rub your eyes, kiss your hands
The reason is the cry of our mother Hagar
Obi Zam-zam, who opened his eyes to the Kaaba.
Looking at a lifelong aspiring mother,
Neither the eyes of the prophets are wet.
Let me not offend my people, however
The man who made the coffin is always.
There is only a cradle in the mother's arms,
The living gods said, gentle.
Poverty is for the tolei of mankind
First of all let the mothers pray.
Zora, be cleansed from sins,
Mothers respond by finding firewood.
Standing at the gate of the Ka'bah, O guard,
First the open ways of mothers.
At that moment,
Circumambulate, rub your eyes, kiss your hands.
Someone asked, "Say, Muhammad,"
You alone are the Messenger of the whole world.
Tell me to whom I will do much good,
To my parents or to my child.
The Messenger of Allah, may Allah bless him and grant him peace, said, "Listen, brother."
Listen to me once.
If you can find it in the world,
Do good to your mother first.
I thought of this wise commentary for a long time.
Truly, I am the qibla of the mother.
Although we are all fathers, however
Even the prophets born of the mother.
Abdulla Oripov
There is a wonderful meaning in your words,
The magic of your words that pulls you into your arms.
I knew the wide world without you was too narrow,
Joshar is the magic of motherhood in your heart.
You call me a poet's daughter, you call me a princess,
I embrace your motherly world.
You call me a hot face, you call me a star,
I fly high for a high flight.
If you bless my dreams come true,
Help will always be on my way.
A wish in my heart if you know,
God bless you.
My mother is mine, my sun is mine,
Thank you so much for coming.
My love, my love, my love,
I bow my head and thank you.
Nafosat Sodikova
Your father's words are a wonderful wisdom,
Looking to find no books.
Life will live on your path many times,
The pillar of honesty is known to stand
Hidden years on your stage,
Sunshine taffeta at your mercy.
He knew the trees you planted,
Hardworking hand packs.
Nafosat Sodikova
A letter to my mother
Sooner or later,
Fog in the fallen gardens.
The secret of living to understand,
Talk to you soon.
Mastu alast, begam dosti yor,
It fills my heart.
Then suddenly it will be revealed,
I am the loneliest of the lonely.
Pressing the window wet,
Imagination in the middle of the night -
I wrote my most beautiful poem,
I can remember crying for you.
Usmon azim
Asking MOTHER...
A kindness fills the world,
I longed for life from your heart.
A world of childhood joys,
Mother, I brought you to your eyebrows. ”
You grabbed the book and took it to school,
I drove home from school every day.
Sometimes a compliment, sometimes a reprimand,
Mother, I have brought you to you. ”
You proudly wished for a white road,
I came to the biggest city as science.
Every time he says, “He is greater than you in the world,
Mother, no! ”??, so I came…
Fighting the Nazis, I lost,
I learned the value of the foot in Afghanistan.
A call always called me -
Mother, I have crawled to you. ”
Beck, 20.12.2005
Your eyes entered my dream today
I miss you so much mom!
An empty night settled in my heart
Your voice entered my heart right now…
I'm walking here, what are you looking for ?!
Your warm hands are my sweet breath
What does the heart want ?!
I would like a sweet word.
The worries of life overwhelmed my head,
Be patient as I try.
Sometimes tears of joy, sometimes tears of sorrow,
I'm looking for you, mother.
When I see the circle of enlightened elders,
When I feel a pain in my heart,
Bafurja If I want to talk to someone,
I'm looking for you, mother…
OH MY LIFE IS YOU
I spent the day in vain,
Oh my goodness,
I'm not with you
Oh, my goodness.
I didn't know if I came or not,
I cried and begged,
I did not suffer,
Oh, my goodness.
Well, my shame is written,
My life is cut short,
The picture is distorted by me,
Oh, my goodness.
Ketnb, if you can't go,
If you don't come and see me,
If you can't keep up,
Oh, my goodness.
Where are you, I believe
Your words of joy,
My earnings will be exhausted,
Oh, my goodness.
Poor Jonah is gone,
Wonderful journey sarson,
Gone are the sorrows, gone are the wanderers,
Oh, my goodness.
Yunus Emro's poems are very meaningful and moving. I would recommend it to you too…
From Muhammad Yusuf:
To find is to lose,
To lose is to find,
You die
I live,
Look at my filling.
Since I found you
I lost more -
You comforted me,
I made you cry,
You created me,
I finished you.
As a shy MOTHER,
Look at my arrival! ..
Poems about nostalgia
I wrote to myself,
In front of me
The spots are systemic.
Die without a son,
Attangb thousand attang.
If you give birth to a girl,
If you give birth to more girls! ..
I couldn't be a pillar
To one daughter
I am a shameless poet
Look what I said.
Turn around,
Stand up dear
Did you look the way
Liver blood?
Don't look me in the eye
Bemajol, sick,
What I found
Gulmi is a bunch,
What I lost is you
Andi ONAJON? ..
My own orphan
Look at my food.
You know my heart
It hurts.
If you order, I can
What does not come,
Say,
Do I collect hay,
Can I have some wood?
Shall I plow the earth,
Shall I turn blue? ..
To your feet like a dog
I would like to have a massage -
Flying, here it is
Look at my landing.
You don't need anything,
My child, you say no.
It's too late now, though.
It's too late now.
I press my face
To your cold face,
MOTHER,
Don't force your way!
Even in the face of death
If you eat my grief,
I am, silently, destined
Look at my habit.
My poem is over,
No,
Goodbye friends.
Bedil to live
Don't learn like me
go
Your parents
Enjoy,
Tomorrow
Staying up late
Don't burn like me.
MISSING
I miss and miss it
My soul is weary.
Hijran is on my young head.
The burden of grief increases.
Someone is trying to cheer me up,
My pain says without knowing the cure,
He smiled, tapped me on the pillow,
Don't worry, it's a low world.
Pointing to my eyes -
They say he's a crazy guy.
They do not know: eyes are not a pain,
A soul that is separated from you.
I see you without looking,
Wherever you go, your dream mate.
Not only irreplaceable, even -
If the sun shines in my heart.
Abdukarim Jumabayev
I miss my mother
"Sit next to me for a moment,
Go to bed one day, my daughter »
Go around me,
My mother kept saying that.
"This time," I said, my heart pounding.
-I'll stay now, mother…
There is no mercy these days in a hurry,
He would take me again.
Doing what you can,
He would hold my hands.
I could hardly pull myself out of my arms,
He would put it in the car.
When I would find parties,
I read the poem burning and burning.
I knew the circles of happiness,
I didn't have time for you, lo.
You have sunk my mountain,
I would go to the mountains, to the tulips.
By making you suffer,
I would spread it in the green field.
Bending you like a madman,
I'd like to go shopping.
A word of shame for you,
I used to write poetry to be a heart.
I was quick, he agreed with me,
Both home, work and meeting room.
I was so busy that I really
I didn't have time for you.
If I was late, it wouldn't work,
If I was late, my house.
Circles emitted smoke,
Only my mother waited in silence.
Glorious circles are gone,
The holidays are prosperous without you.
Sometimes my sorrows weep,
I want to get rid of loneliness.
As long as there are sorrows,
Except for your mother, who doesn't understand.
Someone will not listen to you,
Even if you hit your head on a rock.
I will run to your grave,
Talk to you soon and keep up the good content.
You don't ask me how I am,
You don't have time now, ena…
Khosiyat Bobomurodova