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Alisher Navoi
Umid Ali
He was in the air — absolutely
And sank to the ground like dust.
Life is a world of horsemanship
The world was full of poetry.
How pure is his spirit — innocent,
Dilafgor like spring, soft.
You are self-purified
The more I cried for him.
Know that
Content — when you are satisfied—
Life comes to life in your mind.
Heaven — spirit, earth — body…
If it floats in the air, the tongue is bayot.
Alisher's mother
Abdulla Oripov
I don't know what kind of woman she was
Alisher's mother.
Maybe even in his mind
Lol is the era.
Maybe in his eyes
It's a heavy dream.
Maybe he is a sad person,
Maybe a naughty woman.
Maybe to a great child
Collected flowers.
Maybe the nights are awake to him
Tales told.
No matter who he is,
The meaning of a single word:
Alisher's mother,
Navoi's mother.
I miss Navoi
"Where are you, Farhod?"
"I'm here," said the old woman Josuman;
Instead of a red flower, life,
Shake a bunch of peppers:
Netay, Hirot is far today,
Navoi bobo is far away, -
Nigun stumbled into the regions,
History cries for centuries…
Oybek and Navoi
Abdullah Sher
The day Uzbekistan said goodbye to Oybek
Navoi came from eternity for a moment, -
Beun rubs without noticing the living
The spirit of Oybek's forehead is heavenly
And then he took her into his arms
To the city of spirits called Eternity.
The owner of the word property
Barot BOYKOBILOV,
… Though my mind is full of geniuses,
There is no sultan like you in the state of poetry.
The prayers of the Father,
There is no one dearer to me than you.
There is no genius in Turkish poetry as much as you,
There is still no greater work than Hamsa.
No, Khazain ul-Maoniy is one!
Without you, Khorasan is not a great Turan.
What happiness, dear world,
Without you, there is no period for the Nazis.
Swords to the pen of power,
Without you, there is no mother earth, no clear sky.
No, dear compatriot,
There is no honor and glory for my nation without you.
There is no sun shining on the sky,
Without you we have no life, no bright world.
Build high towers like you,
From the Lord Man, but there is no joy.
Desires, generations,
There is no such drug in the East…
You are the symbol of the nation, the pride of the nation,
There is no sunny nation and beautiful world like yours.
We value you forever,
There is no komron like you that God looks at.
We have built a city for you Navoi debon,
More than that, perhaps, there is no perfect gift.
The Farhad of Time has become empty,
There is no such thing as an Uzbek architect.
There is no one like you in this world,
There is no hero in poetry.
There is no perfect epic,
There is no Sahibkiran like you in the realm of words!
I am five centuries old
From Abdulla Aripov's poem "Uzbekistan"
Five centuries of poetry,
A lion with a trembling chain.
The place where Timur did not reach,
Alisher took the pen!
The world is mine, I think,
Uzbekistan is my homeland!
Navoi is a great figure
Abdulla Oripov
What the saint of the world saw,
You are the mother of all, O mighty life.
Five hundred years ago,
The radiant one is the enlightened one on these faces.
Sincerely yours,
My people, if you bow down, it's worth it.
It is written together with his name
The name Uzbek in the world book.
Boykaro jumped on the horse of desire
Like a baby lion in the world, -
On one wing of the gate of Herat
Alisher, who organized his poetic army.
For a name holdirmoh in the world
It is true that the country does not have to be demolished.
The power of the spear when someone offers,
Alisher just pointed to the pen.
Night and morning erur tashbehda udum,
For example zahru may, hajru sugar lab.
If I remember someone like the sun,
They curse someone who walks in the dark.
Listen to the call, this day, from your country,
O land settled in faraway Herat!
Beware, Alisher, you say this:
Both grandchildren are Alisher.
Every lip that sticks to your byte once,
Until the resurrection.
You look at this side, it's amazing,
Even a billion-ranked world.
Ignorant Asia in the eyes of some
Only perfection that has not seen the decline.
It was as if Moses' plea had arrived.
Hah showed up on Mount Tur—
Alisher appeared on the altar of the world…
Say good-bye to Shodmon, too, O huyosh!
Five hundred years. What's the matter with him?
He was twenty-five years old.
Navoi grandparents
Tursunboy Adashboyev
Growing up in the soil of Herat,
Enlightened the ways of "bird's tongue",
He survived the dust of the years
Navoi grandparents Great people.
"Khamsa" lit up the heart like a candle,
Our language is beautiful, rich,
The West and the East are also proud
Alisher grandfathers Memorable steps.
I will never forget my poems,
Ask Majnun, Qays, Farhod,
Layli, Shirin qaddi shamshaddan,
Navoi grandparents Great people
Mir Alisher is the language of fire,
He will live forever,
His poems are selfless,
Navoi grandparents Commemorative steps.
Assalom Navoi
For a scene dedicated to Navoi
Assalom, Navoi, Sultan of Ghazals
It's time to dump her and move on.
It was a great desire to meet you,
Your blessed age gave you a chance.
Greater than the great mountains,
Liquid is more fluid in the mountains
Navoi seems to me,
His breath hits my face
Navoi is my grandfather
Excerpt from Erkin Vahidov's poem "O'zbegim"
"Pushkin is a world to me."
To me, Byron is a world.
I have a grandfather like Lek Navoi,
Chest sky, my Uzbek!
If I talk about Navoi
He was born in Herat
He is a great horse with knowledge in the world
His nickname was Navoi Alisher
The land between the lands in Futun Square.
Toki is a song of life
The door of dreams opens
The cradle of my people shakes
If I talk about Navoi
The life of Navoi is equal to the life of the world
The banner of the people of poetry ul
The command to cry in the world of ghazal
The song will sound like a melody forever
Laying the foundation for the future
History is like a mirror of words
Poetry is fierce
The moon that pulls him into his arms
A poem to my grandfather Navoi
Five and a half centuries later
The choir of justice is the minor you build
How many years, how many times
The tumor you gave on the neck of the poets
You hit Nizami in the arm
Then you drove through this area
As if the five epics were five statues
You have built a tower on the chest of poetry.
"Sultan Navoi"
Sultan Navoi, who held the tongue,
The sky is full of wisdom.
If you want to climb the mountain of contemplation,
Navoi is an opportunity to reach out for life.
The fruit of beauty does not fall from the sky,
Navoi, a gardener who gave honey in Turkish.
Thank you very much for reading,
Navoi is a shield to the value of the word.
Five hundred years, five thousand chapters,
Navoi, the age that has hardened for centuries.
Dedication to Alisher Navoi
Ghafur Ghulam
A lion roaring high in the mountains
The echo is equal to the cry,
It sounded like a mountain in the Homeland for five hundred years
The age-old cry of the great Alisher.
The tree shone towards the stars,
A chain around his neck, a lion free in heart.
Ineoniy love mehri-la vafo,
The symbol of Erku happiness is the great Alisher
An Uzbek whom you have respected for five hundred years
Suppose you were born yesterday,
Mature people for thousands of years
The people call the child, from the soul - impartial.
The so-called Uzbek free nation
Otaxon poet, dear master.
When lovers sing your song,
The room of the lovers' heart is prosperous.