Curious of the heart.

He liked the skies of Allah,

In the filled, my lime patiently ended.

Erk gave us a tomb lying on us,

It is said that we have lost to theanan.

The touched by a debt,

He is a way of our grew up in our breasts.

The unable to save is a dead bars,

If we do not cure, they will say that we will salt us,

I am not selfish to my people,

An old call is not the old gray.

If I do not have an eye on sight of Turks,

I’m saying that I have won the Armon rivers.

If the loads are the gang, my eyes are tears,

If a fluffy throws my chest, I can.

If the Turkish robe begins to the ground,

It is said that I went through this world.

Urgench State Pedagogical Institute, Faculty of Philology and History, Uzbek Language and Literature, 3rd year student.