Mother! Your name is a patroness in souls,

You are here, so I have no another dream.

You are my dearest, priceless and flawless,

Unique in the world, and so in this stream.

Shining like the sun in the sky,

Being always here, as a night butterfly.

Sorrow and darkness, can’t cover my inside,

Because you are here, and time stops to fly.

You are devoted to me, striving that much,

Giving your affection, to your daughter beloved.

My pencil is weak, to describe well enough,

Your descriptions are fillad, with an ardent love.

Ozoda Khujayorova,

the pupil of Tashkent juridical college