Egamberdiyeva Jayron Ikram
Today I also took a pen in my hand,
I want to take my sorrow from your heart,
I am a little bird of the poetry garden,
Grandma Zulfiya’s little girl.
If I sing, my country is beautiful,
If I deliver, the wind will blow your hearts,
Be the footsteps of the rare ones,
Grandma Zulfiya’s little girl.
I have a passion for poetry in my blood,
After all, I am a descendant of Uvaysiy grandma,
In which countries, tell us,
Do Zulfiya’s little girl.
Dancing with a pen in hand,
We will never send sorrow to hearts,
Let the spirits fly from the heads of the beasts,
We are the wandering birds of Zulfiya Park.
The peace of our country is our glory,
Every moment is filled with happiness,
May his soul bless you,
Grandma Zulfiya’s husband Jayron.
Daughter of Egamberdiyeva Jayron Ikram, 11th grade student school No. 39, Bogot district, Khorezm region