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My country, you have unfulfilled dreams…
My country, you have unfulfilled dreams,
You have epics that make the stones cry,
It hurts to think of your past, my dear.
You have sons who are martyrs full of breasts.
A heartfelt thought of spring holidays,
Evenings as the moon sets.
Akmal Ikram, who went unnoticed,
You have fields as brave as Fayzullo…
My country, you have wide skies like your heart,
You have epics that make the star cry.
It is hard for you in the heavens,
You have Cholpons who are terrified like a gazelle.
I put my hand on my face,
You're a mother, don't take my word for it,
Black eyes closing the leaves
You have the Ottomans who are far away.
Alhazar, alhazar, a thousand times alhazar,
Here are the dice they are wearing,
Those who bought poetry -
You have scorpions from your altar…
Be a victim, mother,
Your cries are my fig,
I'm tormented by your past, my dear,
Tell you what, you have endless epics.
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