A POET WHO COMES ONCE IN A THOUSAND YEARS
My country is Uzbekistan. I couldn’t describe this country, this people, except Abdulla Oripov.
— A voice from far away,
— Tell me, what should I do, grandfather?
— He is a voice from the Motherland,
— Payondoz on their way.
— The sound came again suddenly,
— Tell me what to do, grandfather?
— A world with a burden on its shoulders,
— He is your people, help me, my child.
It is a holy happiness for me to know that I was born in a land of fire from the loving sun, that I live. My heart is filled with pride and joy to be the child of Abdulla Oripovday Kashkadarya, who is known and recognized as the second Navoi of world literature.
A person can choose everything in life. But he cannot choose the blessed Motherland and parents. Happy land with umbilical cord blood. My homeland is Uzbekistan. By his own name, he is a bek, he is a sultan. Motherland is our grandfather’s legacy, our father’s legacy. In every line of Abdulla Oripov, he found the independence of the Motherland and its definition.
…Only my weak pen is mine,
Uzbekistan is my country.
In the poem “Uzbekistan, My Country, My”, the poet tells a deep story about the past of the Motherland.
Today, I decided not to criticize Abdulla Oripov’s biography or his poetry collections, but to visit the poet’s homeland, his heart’s blood, his palace.
My heart sings the ode of the poet “Uzbekistan, my country” like a charming song.
As I read the poem from the beginning to the end, the glory of our ancestors, the halal bread of Uzbek people, appears in my mind. My heart trembles like a chained poem because of the dark days and difficult times they have seen. That’s all you do, old world. Beruni, Amir Temur, Uluğbek, Ghafur Gulam… . In this poem, the word “Motherland” finds its form and shape and pace in the blood of the farmer in the field. This feeling flows like hot blood in my body and soul. It screams like a sign of life. Indeed, Abdulla Oripov A unique poet who glorified and conveyed the value of the homeland in this poem, it is not an exaggeration to say that the heart that has not penetrated into this ode is not an exaggeration.
Don’t be sad, my dear,
Don’t worry about your age.
Over the centuries,
Your everlasting love.
In the great human family,
Your forehead is so bright.
My bright abode is mine,
Uzbekistan is my country.
The poet wrote many beautiful poems about the “Motherland”.
The poet created by mixing his soul and body. I understand the poem “Why I love Uzbekistan” as a logical continuation of the ode “Uzbekistan, My Country”. In this poem too, the artist praises verses about the soil, sky and sun of the Motherland. While talking about Furqat, Mirza Babur, who became a king and a khan in his own country and a king in other countries, came to my mind. My heart is already aching. Because, as the poet said, wherever a person is born, that soil is his land. If his Motherland is surrounded by a cold country that dominates like ice, he will look warm and give his love. He bows to this place and this people.
Well, if they tell me the reason why I love Uzbekistan, before the poet’s beautiful poems – I bow to my motherland.
Abdulla Oripov is like that, a poet who loved the people and was loved by the people.
Today, the wind of Independence is blowing in the song that the poet sang… . In new Uzbekistan, the country is prosperous and the people are happy. The joy of happiness shines on the faces of our people. Today, navbahar came to our country full of light and spring full of flowers. The days of living and living are visited by Navròz. We are also celebrating the poet’s 82nd birthday on such happy occasions. This is also a great blessing of God.
Hero of Uzbekistan, People’s Poet of Uzbekistan Abdulla Oripov wrote thousands of poems, epics, dramas. He translated masterpieces of world literature into Uzbek.
If he writes about the poet, he will not do it. A poet who honors the country and the people always sings the National Anthem of Uzbekistan. It’s no wonder that this is the pride of the poet’s heart.
As I put the last point, I bow to the great poet Abdulla Oripov, who instilled in me and us young people the feeling of loving the Motherland in colorful verses.
To the homeland, grandfather,
You have planted flowers.
In every line of your poem,
You have lost the value of the country.
This nation, this country,
How many bloods have you swallowed?
Before your description ends,
Today the pen is weak.
Once in a thousand years,
A saint like you.
Kashkadarya region
Koldoshova Dilbar Nuraliyevna, a student of the 10th grade of the 10th grade of the 43rd school of Karshi district.
Dilbar Koldoshova Nuraliyevna was born on March 5, 2007 in the Karshi district of the Kashkadarya region.
She is currently the 10th “B” student of the 43rd school.
Dilbarhan is the queen of poetry, the owner of creativity, a singer with a beautiful voice, and a ghazal girl.
She came first in the “Leader of the Year” competition.
1st prize in the regional stage of the “Hundred Gazelles and Hundred Gems” competition.
It took part in the “Children’s Forum” category and won first place in many competitions.
She is currently the coordinator of the training department of Tallikuron MFY in Karshi district.
Kamalak captain of the opposite district.
Head captain of the “Girls There” club at school 43.
The articles titled “Memory is immortal and precious”, “Our School” and “Mother” were published three times in Kenya Times International magazine in 2024.
In 2023, the first poems were published in the poetry collection “Yulduzlar Yogdusi” of the creative youth of the Kashkadarya region.
In 2024, ghazals of the creative youth of the Republic were published in the poetry collection “Youth of Uzbekistan”.
