You are my Koson

Words are not enough to describe your grace,
My eyes rejoice when I see your face.
I write these verses to praise your name,
My dear land, my home, my eternal flame.
Famous across seven worlds, you stand,
You are my Koson, my precious land.

Your poet sons lived for the motherland’s sake,
With souls like Abdulla, for your honor’s sake.
No barrier can stop your path or your stride,
My garden, my freedom, my source of pride.
To the great Oripov, you were the home,
You are my Koson, where greatness has grown.

So many poets have lived on your soil,
With pens in their hands, with wisdom and toil.
Abdulla and Rozimurodov walked your ways,
Inspiring the poets and earning our praise.
A land of inspiration, a gift so rare,
The pride of Qashqadaryo, beyond compare.

I want the whole world to know of your name,
To honor your glory and recognize your fame.
Let my humble poem sing of your worth,
You are my theme, my place of birth.
You’ve taken your place deep in my heart,
My Koson, from whom I shall never part.

By God’s will, a poet I have become,
Taking my pen, my song has begun.
I’ve woven your name into every line,
A world-famous dwelling, ancient and fine.
The pride of Qashqadaryo, forever you’ll be,
My Koson, you are the world to me.

Ozodbek Narzullayev was born on December 20, 2006, in the village of Boʻston, Koson district, Qashqadaryo region. He is the author of the book titled ‘Qalb kechinmalari’ (Reflections of the Soul). He has also been honored with numerous diplomas and certificates for his achievements.