Ezozakhon Akramjonova
Uzbekistan -beloved land
With the spring decorated gardens,
My mind full of mountains,
The sound of snoring is heart warming,
Uzbekistan -beloved land
From the immemorial peasants are labor,
To praise ghazal is not enough,
On the tongues, your name is sweet honey,
Uzbekistan-beloved land
Above your head clear sky,
In the heart there is no malice,
I am happy in your lap,
Uzbekistan โbeloved land
On your face, the sun shines,
Fire got shining from your eyes,
I am torn as you ,
Uzbekistan โ beloved land
Ezozakhon Akramjonova, from Fergana Uzbekistan .She is a student of Fergana state university