Praises to my motherland , Where I was born !
Praises to my motherland
Where I was born ,
Not tired of doing this
Even when I am torn ,
Praises to my motherland
Where I was born ,
The fields of flowers where
Spread the fragrance of spirituality ,
The glow of inner grace
World finds in whose diversity ,
The ruins of forts where
Sing the songs of glory not of the mourn ,
Praises to this motherland
Here I was born !
Praises to my motherland
Where I was born ,
Not tired of doing this
Even when I am torn ,
Praises to my motherland
Where I was born .
End of the poem
15 random poems
- At The Lattice poem – Alfred Austin
- Any Poet At Any Time poem – Alfred Austin
- Ок Мельникова – Сохрани
- Омар Хайям – Кумир мой, вылепил тебя таким гончар
- Степан Щипачев – Шар земной
- Legacy by Vinko Kalinić
- Limerick: Once a Great Leader with empty pockets by T. Wignesan
- Phantom by Samuel Coleridge
- Владимир Маяковский – Сплетник
- A Man Young And Old: IX. The Secrets Of The Old by William Butler Yeats
- Apathy by Shailendra Chauhan
- Sonnet 115: Those lines that I before have writ do lie by William Shakespeare
- To A Friend Who Sent Me Some Roses poem – John Keats poems
- Алишер Навои – Над головой моею осенних дней листопад
- in_the_stone_i_rooted.html
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
