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
- Observation Car
- Николай Рубцов – Я тебя целовал
- The Dying of America and How to Save Her
- In Every Language by Rifat Ilgaz
- Darest Thou Now, O Soul. by Walt Whitman
- A Recantation by Rudyard Kipling
- Николай Гумилев – Любовь весной
- Broken Love by William Blake
- The Lake Isle poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Physically Hearted
- Love And Madness by Thomas Campbell
- Низами Гянджеви – Искендер-наме – Страница 15 из 15
- Яков Полонский – Поэт и гражданин, он призван был учить
- Ballade Of The Dream poem – Andrew Lang poems
- music.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).
