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Muhammad Yusuf's poem What have I done to the world, You are my bright world, My master, I am my sultan, You are my throne, My only one, My only one, You are my palace, You are my greatest of the great. You are Khojand, You did not open your gates to Genghis, You jumped into the Sirdarya after Temur Malik, You are Mukanna, Your eyes are scattered with flames, You are the shepherd who saw the lamps, You are my steppe, my homeland. You are the one who threw flowers on my happy day, You are the one who comforted me on my sad day, Your face is on my face. You are my sister, My mother, You are my heart, My homeland, you are yours, You are my plane tree whose branches touch the sky, When I say father, When I say daughter, You are the one who bows your head, You are my greatest, MY HOMELAND! Who made Kashgar a place, Who is on the Yenisei side, Jalaluddin – in Kurdistan, Baburing – in India, What kind of a face is this? They lie in the winter, Ninety-six scattered tribes, My homeland… If you say my daughter, I will fly to the skies with pride, In the land of Chambil, I will descend to Alpomish as a boat, Taking refuge from the Padarkush, I will embrace Ulugbeg, You are my Solig in my chattering teeth, My homeland… You are the one who threw flowers on my happy day, You comforted me on my sad day, Your face is on my face. Do you say my sister, My mother, You are my warmth, My homeland, you are yours, You are my plane tree whose branches touch the skies, If I say my father, You are the one who bows your head, You are my great, MY HOMELAND! You are the one who threw flowers on my happy day, You comforted me on my sad day, Your face is on my face. My sister, my mother, you are my sunshine, my homeland, you are my own, you are my plane tree whose branches touch the sky, my father, my daughter, you are the one who bows your head, you are my great one, my homeland!