Abdumurodov Temur

Uzbekistan

Though ages have passed, our land moved on,
Through blood-stained days, through battles won,
Through wars where pain was never gone,
Yet never forgets those trials severe,
Nor the Jadids, to us so dear.

How could we ever forget their name,
Their words in books of endless fame?
Those “Bygone Days” that still remain,
Bright souls that sought the morning light,
Are still remembered, shining bright.

Behbudi’s schools, a dawn so new,
Turon’s stage, where history grew,
Avloni’s books, in wisdom true,
Fitrat’s lines in verses deep,
Their names our hearts shall always keep.

Know this well:
They wrote our past in lines so bold,
They shaped our pride in tales retold,
Their vision still our minds enfold,
Their flame will never fade nor cold
The Jadids of Uzbekistan, bright as gold!