MY MOTHER LANGUAGE, MY SOUL SUPPORT YOU!
My heart, my tongue, my heart is written on it,
How many sorrows are songs to your sorrows.
You have reached us from the depths of the centuries,
You are a legacy from our ancestors, a cautious encouragement.
How many poets’ words have become blood,
How many scholars’ tongues have been cut off.
How much honor, how much conscience, blood has become blood,
But your spirit, has not faded from our spirit.
My tongue, my soul’s tongue, the language of the Motherland,
The river of greatness flows in my veins.
The path of Bukhari, Termizi, Navoi,
You are the first expression of the spirit of the nation.
Times have passed, and darkness has come,
A fierce wind blew over your head.
Someone laughed at you, calling you “bad”, someone laughed at you,
But this fatigue did not bend your stature.
My Uzbek, my language, you are a great empire,
History witnesses are every letter of yours.
Because of you, our enthusiasm lives,
You are the difference of the nation known.
My language, I bow to you,
You are a priceless treasure, you are my All.
With you, Navoi is my great teacher,
With you, I am an Uzbek, I embrace you.
2nd year student of the Faculty of Chemical Technology of Karakalpak State University named after Berdakh Atajanova Suray
