Lions of Muhammad Yusuf

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Muhammad Yusuf was one of the favorite poets of our people. He was born on April 1954, 26 in the village of Qovunchi, Marhamat district, Andijan region, in a peasant family.

After high school he entered the Institute of Russian Language and Literature, which he graduated in 1978. In 1978-1980 he worked in the Republican Society of Book Lovers, in 1980-1986 in the newspaper "Tashkent evening", in 1986-1992 in the publishing house of literature and art named after Gafur Gulom, in the newspaper "O'zbekiston ovozi".

In the last years of his life he served as secretary of the Writers' Union of Uzbekistan.

As the author of about a dozen collections of poetry and many songs, he has won the hearts of a wide readership. The first poems of the poet were published in the newspaper "Uzbekistan adabiyati va san'ati" in 1976. Then there are "Familiar poplars" (1985), "I have a word for the nightingale" (1987), "Prayer" (1988), "Sleeping girl" (1989), "Halima enam allalari" (1989), "Ship of love" (1990). , Collections of poems and selections such as “A Companion in My Heart” (1991), “Bevafo Kop ekan” (1991), “Erka kiyik” (1992), “Yolgonchi yor” (1994) were published.

In 1989, she was awarded the Republican Youth Organization Award for her collection of poems, The Sleeping Girl.

He was an honest poet, honest and pure in heart. Whether the poet sings about love, composes a song about an unfaithful friend or writes the pages of our history, they always feel a breath of life and truth. Due to the fluency, simplicity and internationalism of the lines, the poet's poems are quickly remembered.

In 1998, Muhammad Yusuf was awarded the title of "People's Poet of Uzbekistan."

The poet died on August 2001, 1 at the age of 47.

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A letter to my mother

I'll think of you tonight,

Mom, I can't go even if I miss you,

In such a bright city at night

I can't hurt anyone.

I loved everyone as you said,

I believed everyone, and here is the result:

My love is buried in my friend's house,

Hatred burned my chest for days.

What happened to me is obvious 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 cobblestone road,

My step is suitable for a car.

When I cry, I comfort myself,

I cook like a mare.

And I think of you tonight,

Mother, I can't go even if I miss you.

In such a bright city at night

I can't hurt anyone…

Yes, about love. U dilga ne zeb,

Do not grieve, do what you can,

Fortunately, I wish you good health,

The son you miss is Muhammad Yusuf.

To my mother

Oh, my mother wandering after me,

A piece of heart a thousand bribes mom.

In the bright world of seeing every balloon,

My poor mother who has never seen Tashkent,

Did I start as a child,

Now I am your son too! ..

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, just 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 on your knees 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,

Now I am your son too, mother! ..

Mom

To find is to lose,

To lose is to find,

You die

I live,

Look at my payment.

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 on my own,

In front of me

The spots are systemic.

Die without a son,

Attang, a thousand attang.

If you give birth to a girl,

If you give birth to more girls! ..

I couldn't be a pillar

As a girl,

I am a shameless poet

Look what I said.

Turn around,

Stand up, dear,

Did you look at the road?

Liver blood?

Don't look me in the eye

Bemajol, sick,

What I found

Gulmi is a bunch,

Are you lost?

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,

Pichan collects,

Can I have some wood?

Shall I plow the earth,

Shall I turn blue? ..

To your feet like a dog

I want to be shaved -

Flying, here it is

Look at my landing.

You don't need anything,

My child, no, you say.

It's too late, you say.

It's too late, you say.

I press my face

To your cold face,

Mom,

Don't force your way!

Even before death

You eat my grief,

I am, silently, destined

Look at my habit.

My poem is over,

Bye Bye,

Friends, welcome.

Bedil to live

Don't learn like me.

go

Your parents

Please

Tomorrow

Staying up late

Don't be like me.

Mother

If I miss a nightingale or a flower,

If I stay one day, I'll be fine til

If someone cries sincerely -

My mother cries, my mother cries, my mother…

This world is so wide that I can't fit it,

If my soul goes to heaven,

Butterflies on inanimate objects -

My mother cries, my mother cries, my mother…

The tonar is the narrow, world in my hand,

In three days the world will forget you, my friend.

The earth trembles and the sky trembles, the world -

My mother cries, my mother cries, my mother…

Gulday was laughing, saying, "My son,"

I was not satisfied to see my son,

Could your mother have died, my son -

My mother cries, my mother cries, my mother…

If I miss a nightingale or a flower,

If I stay one day, I'll be fine til

If someone cries sincerely -

My mother cries, my mother cries, my mother…

My homeland

What have I done to the world,

You are my bright world,

I'm bored,

I am a sultan,

You are the throne of Solomon,

Alone,

I'm the only one,

Do you call me a worshiper?

You are one of my elders

You are great, my homeland…

You are the flower of my happy day,

To my flower-bed,

You comforted my nolon day,

Press your face to my face.

My sister says,

My mother says,

Do you have a roommate?

Love yourself from the sun

You are warm, my homeland.

You are Mashrab,

Tumors in the ring,

He was hanged in Balkh,

You are Navoi, next to the king

He blessed the poor.

Yassaviysan, mine,

Apparently claimed,

A thousand and one oils have not been opened

You are my guardian, my homeland.

You are Khojand,

To Genghis

He did not open the gate,

Behind Timur Malik

Jumping to the Syrdarya,

Muqannasan pupil

Scattered in the flames,

The shepherd who saw the lights,

You are my desert, my homeland.

Who made Kashgar a place,

On the Enasoy side,

Jaloliddin - In Kurdistan,

Boburing - In India,

That's how dark the face is

They sleep in the winter,

Ninety-six scattered

You are my family, my homeland…

My son, go to heaven

I fly like a giraffe,

Chambil to Alpomish in the country

I will come down as Navkar,

Shelter from Padarkush

I embrace your greatness,

Whispering in my teeth

Hello, my homeland…

The last day is the last day,

The day you hit your head,

The ground that gave the Almighty,

The day he sold his power.

Handcuffed,

Born the tongue,

Leading day,

Wow! could not be said

Dudug`imsan, Vatanim.

Someone crying blood next to you

Look at your poet,

If you come to Kokand,

Ask the children.

At least Osman is a hawk

Please quote,

It has dried up in the distance

My well, my homeland Vatan

You are the branches to the heavens

The plane tree I touch,

If I say father

As my son,

My bowed plane,

My pride in my sheep,

My neck tumor,

You are one of my elders

You are great, my Motherland!

Jairon

Which one cried the blood,

Jayron, why are your eyes full of tears?

Lie down on your feet,

Jayron, why are your eyes full of tears?

Heartbroken path,

Forgiveness blue tulip,

What a fool to throw stones at you,

Jayron, why are your eyes full of tears?

You cried so hard,

I also have a traveler in you…

O meek one, O believing creature,

Jayron, why are your eyes full of tears?

There are dots in this world,

They do not see goodness.

They made me cry too,

Jayron, why are your eyes full of tears?

I rub my lips,

I wish you pain,

Come, I will be your brother.

Jayron, why are your eyes full of tears?

We will be happy

Well, to someone

Otherwise,

If you don't like it,

Joining them

Were we crying.

We will be happy

God willing

God willing

Did we meet…

The smell of basil

Sprinkle on my paths,

Wait for me

Every night,

The moon rose in the sky.

Only,

Don't cry

What is my sin?

Your fault -

Your mother is you

Beautiful birth! ..

Menga

A smile

Give a gift, my friend,

Let the light shine

Your lips

From the coast.

Tell me yourself

Sendai girl

Where else,

The lashes are long

From the cocoons? ..

Don't live in faith

In the imagination,

Spread,

My dear

Don't worry.

Tolerate gossip,

Tolerate slander,

You're the only one, after all,

In the world of light.

And I

Your lover -

The strangest.

A word from the night

Borrowing

Morning catcher.

Beside you too

Looking for you

Beside you too

Waiting for you.

please

I'm on my knees

Now ahead.

I loved,

Because I love you

Why be ashamed.

All angels

In your heart

Standing for rent

Girls for me! ..

We will be happy

God willing

God willing

Did we meet ?!

My pain

My pain is incurable,

I have to die.

Brother with soil

I must be.

What is death? This is also one

Walk, Mother.

Your son went to the black ground,

Goodbye…

My pain is incurable,

I have no hope.

In my eyes like a dim candle

The coal is dying.

What is coal? Burning coals,

It will be gray.

Man will one day be free

Will be a slave…

I finished my heart,

Crying.

Death stands before me,

Come on in.

I am dying in life

I grew up watching…

Where is the place called to me,

Let's go, my friend!

Tulip

In memory of Shavkat Rahmon

What is left of me:

Two lines of poetry,

Two boxes of books,

A pile of soil.

People follow me

What does he say,

I think of you

More than myself -

Lola, my tulip,

Tulip!

If I leave, it's bad

Stay away, oh,

Because you are beautiful,

A beautiful young woman.

Bad days are a day

It will be good,

A bad person is good

Never…

Live on the border

As you stand,

Lola, my tulip,

Tulip!

I'm at home,

I feel,

It is going in the sky

The birds return.

It's raining cats and dogs

From the wings,

To the sick poet

Saying goodbye.

Yes, for me too

Touch them,

Lola, my tulip,

Tulip!

I have them again

Can i see

Like a man from the porch

I couldn't watch.

Autumn. The wedding began.

Yuragim pora -

And one of my daughters

I could not pass…

So it's destiny

To die without seeing a wedding,

Lola, my tulip,

Tulip!

However, I am disappointed,

Even after me,

One day in this yard

The person pays.

Still getting married

Tired, man,

My daughters are the most

He will be happy!

The bride's dress

My soul is white,

Lola, my tulip,

Tulip!

Gulim, come closer,

Look, what trade,

It does amazing things

Write on the tongue:

Who doesn't have a tower,

To whom is the world,

And for me, the air

That's not enough.

The living are asleep,

The dead are awake,

Lola, my tulip,

Tulip!

My chest is burning,

Chest burning,

Tell the doctors,

Let it shine!

The body is its own -

He is dying.

Poor soul now

Wherever he goes.

Now the sky is far,

Now the ground is soft,

Lola, my tulip,

Tulip!

They call it life,

Never forget,

One day you will open,

One day you will die.

It's just in my heart

You were alone,

Even on my grave

You will be.

You are out of our love

Memory - flag,

Lola, my tulip,

Tulip!

Woman with your heart

Water late, fire late,

When you are sad

Don't lose consciousness.

I asked God:

Never after me

To the poor

Don't worry.

In their hands

Always a trap,

Lola, my tulip,

Tulip!

If you do, my brother

Go to Muhammad,

In poets

That's what I believe.

Drink a little

If not,

A child with a clear chest,

He is an honest boy.

Just a little simpler,

Just a little younger,

Lola, my tulip,

Tulip!

John is the last refuge

In the searching mind,

He is under the heart

I wish I was.

Don't be surprised

Tomorrow morning

He kissed you and kissed you

If I die in your arms!

My wood is on top of me,

The crying is long,

Lola, my tulip,

Tulip!

Worry

I'm afraid I'll die tomorrow,

When I lie down, my eyes sink into the sand,

A sadness that overwhelms my heart -

My daughters don't even know how to cry…

My best friends gossip,

My weakest enemy laughs at me.

They know what to do,

My daughters don't even know how to cry…

If a poet dies, who will mourn,

There are so many hymns now.

They are like ice in the snow in winter,

When a finger touches it, it spills on the ground in balls…

Tears well up in my eyes when I lose my tongue,

What do I need but my heart?

On the day I bow down to the ground,

My daughters don't even know how to cry…

They are young. I'm afraid of death is bad,

Because I never listened to his pain.

Let the debon weep over my grave,

I couldn't save my daughters' eyes!

Love is…

To love is

Forgiveness means,

So there is sun in this world, there are flowers.

This spring, when the mint blooms,

Be loyal to me, sweetheart.

I listened to gossip, I was dizzy,

Wet soil burned my heels,

And here I am at home tearing my heart out

I buried my suspicions like a friend.

I kept thinking at night alone,

Goho, my eyes are full of tears.

And the day before I loved you

I fell in love with myself…

To love is to understand yourself,

There is sunshine between the floors, there are flowers.

This spring buried in basil,

Be faithful to me, sweetheart.

Darling i love you, okay,

Your sad eyes, your sad eyes.

To love is the happiness of seeing once a day

Your thin hands, freckled face…

Humor

Gossip about me is a lie,

I wish I had a choice.

Drinking wine is left to me from Khayyam,

If I don't drink, he will be upset.

Did I start, did I do,

My friends follow me in vain,

If I die before I'm forty, not May,

Unfaithful girls who ruined me! ..

Simple Muhammadman

Simple Muhammad,

Simple Muhammad.

I was in trouble praising the Turkmen girl.

I only envied his shirt,

I'm in endless commotion…

Why are you upset, my dear sisters?

The eyelids drooped, the eyebrows furrowed.

If a Turk throws a stone without understanding, I endured,

But the stones you threw badly sank.

In the world of light, a girl is beautiful,

The nation does not choose, it means beauty,

If Nigohim jumps over Jayhun,

How do you know you're tired?

My country, you have no definition,

If you have a tumor on your eyebrows,

Comb your long hair,

The moon was fading.

The original Turkmen girl is just an excuse,

I was looking for you, like,

The shyness I miss is typical of grandmothers,

I missed the Silver Grandmothers…

If I burn, my burning in your womb,

When I burn, the fire in my heart because of you,

Turkmen girls don't have my acquaintance,

Not a single camel fell!

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Who do you love

She's a disaster girl

Your son in the crib?

You can't take your eyes off the cradle,

And from it your heart…

Hello there!

Someone comes in the door,

She will walk your son in the cradle.

Walk your heart out the door,

He'll pick you up at the door.

Who do you love

***

Pour out our secrets to the judges,

Divorced, we understand each other…

I was tormented by grief,

I am one of the countless spectators,

For better or worse, I am selfish

I also saw my son.

The eyes of my burning mare,

He knew who was right and who was wrong.

Whose truth, whose lies,

If he survives, he will be a judge, my son!

If he survives, he will be a just judge

He will one day complete the sentence.

In the corner of the hall he is unaware of this

My white-haired mother is sitting,

The lawyer apologizes…

View

Looking for a mate in Bedapoya's net,

The quail was silent and silent.

By burying the water hyacinth and promising it,

It took me a while to play.

A row as the herd returned from the side of the hill

Dust settles on the silver shores,

A giant maple tree at the far end of the village

He looked anxiously to the horizon.

The sun hangs at the foot of the sky, behold,

With a sigh he disappeared and then -

Bringing the mood of the girl next door again

The bride started sprinkling water on Tolkocha…

The birds are crying too

Sweat flowed from us as water

And the poplar fell down…

Brother, from what we have done

The birds must be crying at night.

The mother sparrow does not turn,

Probably not.

The old inn is gone,

She must be crying.

Our house will be as high as a mountain,

On the porch there is a pillar.

We live as we please,

Then the birds must be crying…

The parrot of the soul

One day the head reaches the stone pillow,

The parrot leaves the body.

They say that death is not a choice for young people,

God knows who will go first…

When the sun is full,

The chest of heaven is a room for him.

Judgment from the truth, execution from the slave,

God knows who will go first ?!

Jealousy gnawed on your pure heart,

The pain you found in your footsteps.

Dude, don't make a will for me,

God knows who will go first.

How tall is the staff?

I'm a full-fledged navnihol,

Maybe my father will bury me…

God knows who will go first.

My eyes are in the sky, you are my dream,

My chickens are my perfection! ..

Our spoils, my honest wife,

God knows who will go first! ..

***

Familiar poplar. Ditch collar.

Botanic water, sweet turbid water.

Horseshoes on the street,

How long have I not seen…

Fields that smell of mint,

Talking gardens,

Children lying on swings,

I haven't seen it for a long time.

The day I looked behind the mountain,

Smoke from the sheds,

A knot hanging from a mulberry branch…

I haven't seen it for a long time.

The only way from Oqariq,

I'm on my way, I'm on my way,

Oh, dear couple,

I haven't seen it for a long time.

The wooden door opens slowly,

Toshmehrman I am very, but

I can cry now -

How long have I not seen…

I'm blue

To Ozod Sharafuddinov

My hair is white, I begged for spring:

My blue, give me a pinch of blue.

I miss you in the snow,

My blue, give me a pinch of blue.

Let blue violets shine in my heart,

Let Kokili get a haircut,

Open the way to the flower -

My blue, give me a pinch of blue.

You are the beginning and the end of the season,

You are the companion of the insane.

You are the secret of Layla,

My blue, give me a pinch of blue.

Come and miss the man now,

You shrugged your shoulders in grief,

I buried my father in the snow…

My blue, give me a pinch of blue.

Dress me with blue,

Barefoot baby,

Take away the pain in my chest,

My blue, give me a pinch of blue.

I'm not angry with the swan that left in the fall,

Don't believe knocking on the door again.

We came out of the winter with Qumri,

My blue, give me a pinch of blue.

I cherish the sky over John,

I look at the sky with my eyes full.

Will I reach you again or not,

My blue, give me a pinch of blue.

Let the tongue spread, let the field be made,

Your mint is lying on the water's edge.

A two-line byte bit boasts,

My blue, give me a pinch of blue! ..

Fatima

I dedicate it to my dear sister.

I had a bayot,

I didn't have a bayot.

I had a wing,

I didn't have a wing.

You're a wing,

Fatimajon, Fatima.

I had a flower in one hand,

I had money in one hand.

But the biggest state

It was heartbreaking for me.

I found her sister,

Fatimajon, Fatima.

Poet in many worlds,

One is smaller than the other.

Oh, their breath,

Where are they, where are I.

Sarson, I ran badly,

Fatimajon, Fatima.

I shouted

My head touches the ground a lot.

I think I'm a little famous,

I have a lot today.

I sold the poem Goho,

Fatimajon, Fatima.

In the eyes of someone

The price of the poet seems cheap.

If you let go, it's over you

Money is like a treasure.

I've had a lot of fun,

Fatimajon, Fatima.

Where were they?

When I started.

I can't find bread for my child

I remember crying…

After all, my son,

Fatimajon, Fatima.

Without removing a single coat

Gone are the ancestors.

Shaking hands with this world

Gone are the ancestors.

Oh, who did I lose,

Fatimajon, Fatima.

If I change my coat, my body

I'll burn it, he said.

A new coat for my child

I'll wear it, he said.

Come on, my ancestor,

Fatimajon, Fatima.

We are the wisdom of our ancestors

Sometimes we don't sleep, sometimes we sleep.

In fact, we are one ton

We came out of the skirt.

What was I thinking,

Fatimajon, Fatima.

Where is he now?

Run in all four directions.

The bird is out of hand

Don't eat cereal...

I caused you pain,

Fatimajon, Fatima.

We do not give bread to the beggar,

We spend money on girls.

Without consequences - ourselves,

We blame the times.

I was heartbroken,

Fatimajon, Fatima.

My poetry sometimes claims,

Sometimes it looks like courage.

Sometimes I am an eagle,

Sometimes I'm like a weakling.

I cried inside,

Fatimajon, Fatima.

Let's go, he says every night

My childhood was a nightmare.

I like storks

Turning to Ulugtoq.

How did I get to him?

Fatimajon, Fatima.

My sheep is full of flowers, but

I missed the lizards.

Lots of roses, my face

I missed the wolves.

You are the owner of the mountain

I missed the slaves.

The cow milked in the morning

I missed the brides.

What can I do?

I don't remember.

The streets I passed

I don't remember.

If I don't tell you,

Who should I tell?

Fatimajon, Fatima,

Fatimajon, Fatima.

Inshallah

Uzbekistan, show your height now,

My wrestler, it's your turn,

Let it swing all over the world forever

Flag of Sahibkiran Temur - green flag,

Inshallah!

Freedom does not come by itself,

If you don't die, luck will not fall from the heavens,

May you have heroes in your ranks,

The land where the Gurkiragan Alpomish passed,

Inshallah!

You are the home of the golden cradle generation,

Alishers, Ulugbeklar maskanisan,

Yashnagani - you have returned to your origin,

Let the lamp that has gone out in the land of Turan burn again,

Inshallah!

God forbid the sun sleeps on your porch,

You are always a companion of faith, a companion of Islam,

Let there be forty braids of hair, a swollen eyebrow,

A white robe, a royal girdle,

Inshallah!

In the land of peace, let it be a mountain,

Not a handful of people using each other,

Let the children make Turkestan a garden,

Forever green, the gardener no longer knows,

Inshallah!

Don't leave me, my people

I flew like a bird and traveled the world in your arms,

I missed what I found.

The farther I went, the more I felt valued,

Wherever I went, I was in love.

Let the black eyebrows roll around your eyes,

Don't leave it to me, my people.

Someone doesn't dream for someone,

A garden cannot be harvested without gratitude.

Muscles that have been celebrating for months on your holiday

It doesn't matter if you have a problem.

Don't let the song of honor fall from your throat,

Don't blame yourself, my people, but yourself.

The Valley of Freedom is a reward for hard work.

This is a pasture where a horse stumbles,

Where there are bright, bright mornings if you don’t suffer

This is a test, but it is a great test.

Don't go back even if you lose your head,

Don't leave it to me, my people.

Sweet taste of honey, black wheat,

If you are a king, you are a beggar.

If you agree with each other,

My God is pleased with you, and so is my God.

Sometimes silk, sometimes silk, from your neck,

Don't leave it to me, my people.

He is a fireman when it comes to work,

Tolerance, however, is temporary.

Your humiliation is real - let everything else pass,

The brightest happiness in this world is peace.

Thank you for the bread, for the salt,

Don't leave it to me, my people.