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Remembering Muhammad Yusuf
Humble, manly, tanti edi Muhammading,
He was open-hearted, pure-hearted, Muhammad.
The people were burning with grief,
That's why I loved his poems.
The male deer was a male,
I had a lot of dreams.
Adir was picking tulips,
Muhammad had already given it to us.
The languages described by the Turkmen girl are weak,
Every Uzbek girl wore a long dress.
Mother cries, mother cries silently,
The Uzbek people are left without Muhammad.
When we heard the rainbow, we went to the mountains,
We walked through the gardens while listening to Muhabbat.
When purple sings, hearts spread,
We felt the longing inside when we lost.
There is goodness in every poem he writes,
There is eternity that will remain in the hearts of the people.
A beautiful lover in his arms, in his heart,
The path of mercy is paved.
I became a student as a teacher in absentia,
I begged you to give me some inspiration.
Give me a pinch of my blue,
I hung this poem on my teacher.
✍️ Zaylobiddin Juraev Advocate on spiritual issues of 50 secondary schools of Uchkuprik district of Fergana region