ЎзМУ талабаси Носиржон Шербоев ўзбек ва инглиз тилида бир хил ижод қилади, дейди Дониш домла олқишлаб.
Ustoz, ustoz atayman toki,
Murg’ak dilga solding tafakkur.
Jajji qo’lga tutqazding kitob,
Ustoz, senga ming bor tashakkur.
Bildim kimdir nasabim, zotim,
Qaydan dunyo bo’lganin bunyod.
O’qidim ne tarixlar durkun:
Nelar ko’rgan asli odamzod.
Kitob-la do’st tutinganim rost,
Majnun bilan kezdim men goho.
Oq kemani kutdim – murg’ak qalb,
Yo’q qiyomat bo’lmaydi aslo.
Oltin topmish kimdir devordan,
Ruhlar isyon qilmish bir yoqda,
Kulgu bilan g’amni yupatdim,
Matmusalar kezgan qishloqda.
Yo’lchi, yo’ldosh bo’lding-da menga,
Ortingdan ko’p yurganlarim bor.
Goho toldim – uyquga ketdim,
Tushda kechgan umrlar bisyor.
Kitob sensan, kitob – chin ustoz,
Ziyo nurin sochding, ajabo!
Yo’lim mo’ldir, yo’lim bisyordir,
Toki yonimdasan doimo.
Mirzo Ulug’bek nomidagi O’zbekiston Milliy
universiteti Xorijiy filologiya fakulteti 1-kurs magistranti
Teacher, I call you, as a teacher,
Since you brihtened my life ever.
You passed a book to little hands and,
Teacher, I’m grateful to you forever.
I knew, who was my ancestor, origin,
From what originated the world and.
I have read so much history, indeed,
What was the past of the humankind.
I was really a friend of books, in fact,
Often wandered with Majnun somewhere.
I waited for The white ship – tender heart,
The Resurrection is not upcoming, no, never!
Somebody found a gold under the wall,
Ghosts were rebelling to take a revenge.
I began to be calm down by laughing,
Where Matmusa wandered in that village.
Yulchi, you’re a fellow on my ways soo much,
I followed you many times, indeed,
Sometimes I was tired and slept,
There are lots of Lives in dream – I had.
Book, you are my real teacher,
You have really shone on my way.
My ways are the longest and so abundant,
Because you are with me, anyway.
a student of master degree of the faculty of foreign philology of National university of Uzbekistan named after Mirzo Ulugbek