Mother, my sweet, loving mother,
I can see the light of your eyes.
To the lightless eyes of the wicked,
Did you spread the damage, man?
You are so caring, so beautiful,
I can look at your face in peace.
Every word you say is a great belief,
You make the world your own.
Oh, why didn’t you sleep?
You only need a child.
Rest, sleep for a while
I tell you about the endless fire.
I am a Muslim, I am a Muslim, I am a fan, my mother,
The future is your dream, your wish is great.
If I ask my imagination,
Even a wide land becomes narrow.
Masha Allah, thank you for being there,
A simple hut with you.
You live for your precious child,
I can’t even laugh without moaning or crying.
My heaven, my jewel, my madina, my mother,
I can shine when you wake up
You covered the surroundings with flowers, tulips,
You are life, but I have wet eyes.
Kuvonchoy Khudoyorova
A sought-after poet who graduated from the 29th general secondary school of Gurlan district of Khorezm region with a gold medal.
Alfraganus University, Faculty of Philology, 1st year student, philology and language teaching, English major
