Class: The 10th grades. Date: Lesson1. Theme : My flourishing country The aim and tasks of the lesson: Educational

Confession by Muhammad Yusuf

Oh, my father’s birthplace

My lovely motherland,

Let me lay my soul on your

shade.

Uzbekistan, You are the kindest,

You are so great,

For Rome – your clover-field –

I cannot trade.

The Earth is covered with water

and slopes,

I saw many countries, fates and

hopes,

Your mountains uphold me and

follow,

Asking to be proud high and low.

I met the most adorable white hands,

It seems I am trusting or a self lover

– Since for me the best Paris restaurants

Before your tandoor are out of favor.

I’m stubborn, I can’t speak a foreign language,

I don’t sleep and comfort leaves

my mind – What to do in three days if I miss you?

Will remain unfi nished all the ride.

I perceive that you are my most sublime,

I accept this soil the closest stop.

A lamb that’s born in Bakhmal in springtime

To me is better than the Arabian antelope.

Each day I spend with you is a big fete,

Without you I’m scared, I’m full of worry.

I welcome those who know you

and respect,

For those who don’t know you I

feel sorry.

(Translated by A’zam Obid)