Homeland
Great nation that built the world anew!
Translated from Uzbek · Original text
Great nation that built the world anew!Nation that loves the Truth and is ever beloved of the Truth!Nation whose heart was at times scorched by tyranny and darkness!Know that your freedom and happiness are in your hands today,Know that fortune and the future lie on your path!You are a mine, within you an endless jewel,You are the dawn, the pure daybreak that gave birth to the sun,You are the call that each time reminds of the truth,The banner of might and resolve is yours,The beacon of courage and loyalty is yours.Your mind and learning lit up the world,Goodness alone is your eternal wish,You never complain about your destiny,Whole faith is yours, conviction is yours,Respect and trust for the true word are yours.Your roots are pure, your origin is pure,Your lineage, which raised up saints, is pure,Your being is clean, your ways are pure,You firmly rejected the forbidden and the foul,You firmly rejected Satan and Iblis.At times traitors — those of corrupt blood,Corrupt in their lives, their table, their bread,Corrupt in every passing moment and instant —Have even stabbed you in the back with a dagger,Have eaten your salt and spat into the salt dish.But even when You died, you died standing tall,You died shooting arrows at the foe, striking with the blade,You died teaching what courage is,Indeed, this was not death but coming to life,It was being wrapped in eternal honor.You are al-Khwarizmi, you are al-Farabi,You are Jalaluddin, you are Tarabi,You are of the heavens, you are of the earth,You are Ibn Sina, you are al-Farghani,You are al-Bukhari, you are al-Marghinani!You are al-Shashi, you are al-Nasafi,You are al-Tirmidhi — the breath of the saints!You are Noah’s beloved — you are his Japheth,You are al-Samarqandi, you are al-Maturidi,The love and the song of the dervishes of loud dhikr!The master of the world is yours, is yours,The Seven Pirs — each of them equal to a heaven!As if the seven skies lay in your bosom,You are Bahauddin, you are Naqshband,You are Alauddin — paradise in your every footprint.The cradle that rocked Timur is yours,The threshold that made Ali a Lion is yours,The peak, the river and the ford are yours,You are Babur, who gave light to India,You are Ali Qushji, who gathered pearls from the sky.You are Shahrukh Mirza, you are Ulugh Beg,You are the shah, the khan, the great bek,Sign your name to history forever, you yourself,You are Shaybani too, and Ubaydullah Khan,You are Abdullah Khan, Imam Quli Khan!He who truly reigned as far as the Caspian,He whose rule ran from the Qipchaq steppe to India,He who built the state of mighty Bukhara,Hazrat Subhanquli — you are the great shah,You are aware of the seven heavens and the earth.You are Mashrab, you are Huvaydo,You are Sufi Allahyar — your word a miracle.Treading in the blessed footsteps of the Four Friends —You are Shahmurad — the saintly king,One of those who remember Allah, whose throne was on high.You are Nasrullah, who cut off the enemy’s head,In this daring you are equal to Timur!If at times you triumphantly defeat the foe,At times you are a victor who was defeated,You are a seeker of an honorable death!You are the fierce spirit that was called “Basmachi,”You are the spirit that always comes to the aid of the brave.You are a pure splendor that has never faded,My Emir Alim Khan, my Isfandiyar,My homeland left in the hands of traitors!..The red devil could not defeat you — it is true,It could never bend your faith — it is true,You held your head high, as your forefathers did,Independence returned to your hands at last,The truth spoke its word at last.Nation ever loyal to its state!Nation ever loyal to the call!Nation whose heart is brimming with loyalty!Stand firm, never forget who you are,Never expect mercy or pity from the foe!Your state is lasting, its foundation firm,Its arrows on target, its bow strong!Every seat of office secure, its place firm,Never be deceived by the words of traitors,Stand steadfast in the shade of your state!When a loyal son leads the people and the land,When your night is moonlit and your day full of sun,When the Truth is in the heart, the Truth on the tongue, and tears in the eyes,You must feel this great good fortune,So that you never again know the pain called slavery!May my God keep giving light to your heart,May radiant awareness never leave you!As long as the Truth shines forth like the sun,You will stay safe in turbulent times,And the world itself will shine with your glory!Great nation that built the world anew!Nation that loves the Truth and is ever beloved of the Truth!Nation whose heart was scorched by tyranny and darkness!May your head be held high, your stature upright!May your mind be awake and your heart alive!May God keep you ever safe and sound,Only the base will ever reproach you.May your every deed bear witness to purity,Be safe forever, O mighty land!May the world bow down to you, O land!Akrom MALIK
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