What I have done to the world, You are my bright world. I am the king, I am the sultan, you are the throne of Solomon. You are the only one, I am the only one, I am the only one, I am the only one, I am the only one, I am the only one, I am the only one, I am the only one, I am the only one, I am the only one, I am the only one, I am the only one, I am the only one. Whether it's my sister, my mother, Hamdard or my roommate, You are my love more than the sun, my homeland. You are Mashrab, a talisman among the people, hanged on a gallows in Balkh. You, Navoi, blessed the Poor next to the king. You are Yassavi, you are mine, You are my Guardian, my Homeland. You are Khojand, who did not open the Gate to Genghis, who jumped after Temur Malik to Syrdarya. Muqannasan pupil Scattered in the flames, Shepherd who saw the lights: You are my desert, my homeland. Who made Kashgar a place, Kim on the side of Enasoy, Jaloliddin - in Kurdistan, Boburing - in India, What a face it is, They sleep in the winter. You are my scattered ninety-six Seeds, my Motherland… My son, I will fly to the skies as Girat, I will descend to Alpomish in Chambil as Navkar, I will embrace Ulugbek as a refuge from Padarkush, Gichir-g You are the Beauty in my teeth, my Motherland. The day he tied his hands, stained his tongue, The day he was led away, Woe is me, my child! You are my unspeakable Dudugim, my homeland… You are the plane tree whose branches touch the heavens, I say Father, my son, My plane tree that bows my head, My pride in my sheep, My tumor on my neck, You are greater than my great ones. imsan, Vatanim!
