Shodiyeva Mehribon (poem)
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Shodiyeva Mehribon
OBEISANCE TO THE WOMAN
Mountains kneel before this figure,
Poets are helpless without comparison.
Spring also sheds flowers on its feet,
It is permissible to honor him and sing.
A world created from the fountain of mercy,
Maybe even a month from him.
An example of passion is a river,
And the day is a beauty.
The ocean of his love is boundless,
It is a sweet dream to reach Vasli.
Goodness always shines,
But chastity will never leave you.
Do not be sad, tender heart,
Don't let sadness cast a shadow on your face like a flower.
May pain and suffering never hold your hand,
Don't let young people line up.
The rose flower captures the imagination,
Parivash is like an angel of heaven.
Without it, the world would be meaningless.
A woman is a golden piece of life.
LAND OF THE SEVEN PIERS
Even if I write the description, paper is not enough.
The only one, the masterpiece, the only one.
The more praise I give, the less it will be.
Eternal life, forever bright face.
The monuments are full of beauty.
The stream of tourists is endless.
Sharif city, the slogan of the world
Who does not know the determination of such a city?
Seven centuries of danger,
Lol leaves Minarai kalo.
The light of faith shines from dawn,
May Allah bless Bukhara.
Labi pond, Ark or Mohi property,
The past and history are embodied in each of them.
He loves himself,
If I watch it, it gives me a lot of pleasure.
This is the soil where Narshakhi, Rudaki lies,
The land where Fayzullah and Fitrat lived.
Bukhari-u Ibn Sina's hands are everywhere,
Shavkat-u Shonin of Azim Bukhara.
This is the place where Sadriddin Ainyi passed.
In his arms, Somani, Ahmed Donish.
It is the hearth of enlightenment, a mine of knowledge,
Great "Shashmaqom" is known to everyone.
You are always in my heart, my dear Bukhara,
Your name beats in my heart every moment.
Deep respect for you, unlimited respect
Only one poem is finished, dear girl.
MY COUNTRY IS LUCKY
Iqbal will always bless my country,
It is a blessing to be born in this country.
The flag is raised high in the sky,
His name echoes on the ground all the time.
The world has recognized my country today,
Pride is burning in the heart of every young person.
Fayz-u is full of refreshment every day,
Gratitude on the tongue, tears in the eyes.
Allah also made us independent,
All conditions are for us young people.
The door of opportunity is open,
The youth of Uzbeks are in trouble today.
It's okay, no matter how much I praise
Day by day, our land grows brighter.
"We will never be inferior to anyone!"
This is our noble goal, our motto.
Shodiyeva Mehribon Amin's daughter was born in 1998 in Shofirkon district of Bukhara region. The young artist's poems have been published several times in newspapers and magazines such as "Shofirkon Ovozi", "Bukharai Sharif", "Istiqlal Gunchali", "Bukhara Literature and Art", "Bilimdon", "Dono word". Collections titled "Nurli addresses", "Begubor otsylar" have been published. She is currently an independent student of Bukhara State Pedagogical Institute. Shodiyeva Mehribon Amin's daughter was born in 1998 in Shofirkon district of Bukhara region. The young artist's poems have been published several times in newspapers and magazines such as "Shofirkon Ovozi", "Bukharai Sharif", "Istiqlal Gunchali", "Bukhara Literature and Art", "Bilimdon", "Dono word". Collections titled "Nurli addresses", "Begubor otsylar" have been published. Currently, he is an independent student of the Bukhara State Pedagogical Institute.
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