Until you have remained in these mountains and belts, safe from the elements, In the heart of a hundred plains and deserts, you have remained with your hands and heads. You have remained, without a home, without a treasure, without a share, From mountain to mountain and from door to door of the dargah. Far from your mother's breast, far from the beginning - Outside the cradle of Samarkand and Bukhara, you have remained. The stonecutters have stoned your soul, You have remained a fragment among the mountains. A narrow-minded person has not seen the vastness of your world of thoughts, You have remained in the memory of the world again. You have been soaked in blood, until you have followed your path, With thousands of longings, regrets, and sorrows, You have remained with thousands of longings. They have cut your tongue and broken your heart, Again you have spoken, again you have remained, again you have remained. A hundred pens have filled your body with blood, Again you have remained in the palm of the pen for the sake of writing. You have remained, though half-souled and half-alive, until now, With the song of Rudaki, with the medicine of Sinai. If you are pure and pure, you are still with Hafiz's book and Mavla's works. You will be alive, God willing, even though you are left with a crucified figure like Christ. Gather yourself in the great history, so that you remain alive with the hope of tomorrow. My broken nation, like pieces of iron, boil together as you are left in an abyss... © Loiq Sherali You are homeless, homeless, homeless, and homeless. Far from the mother's breast, far from the beginning - you are out of the womb of Samarkand and Bukhara. The stone-cutters have cut stones, you are left with a thorn in the middle of the mountains. Your narrow eyes did not see the vastness of the world of your thoughts. Hey به خون جولیدهای, تا راح خود پیموده‌ای, with thousands of regrets, regrets, and delays. You just cut your tongue and you broke your heart, again you are speaking, again you are moving, you are still here. They cut your body many times, but you are still in the bottom of the pen. You're still half-dead and half-dead until now, with Rodki's song, with chest medicine. If you are pure and pure, you are still with the book Hafiz and the works of Mullah. You will live, even if you are left with a crucified figure like the Messiah. collect yourself from the great history, so that you remain alive with hope for tomorrow. ملّت صدّرة من, as iron pieces are rusted with each other, which are left behind... © لايق شيرعلي Yagnob (Tajik: Yagnob) is the right tributary of Fandari in northern Tajikistan. Yagnob is fed by water from the glaciers on the southern side of the Zeravshan range. It flows through a wide mountain gorge in the western direction along the southern edge of the Zeravshan mountains. The mountains of the Yagnoba valley form the border between the Sogdiyskoy oblast and the northern regions of the republican subordination. From the upper part of the Yagnoba Valley to the village of Anzob, there is a long road to the village of Margib. At a distance of 16 km, the road ends at Margibom. The river, which is higher than the stream, as well as the pasture and the upper part of the valley, are accessible only by the front trail. Takfon village, which is located about 7 km downstream from Anzoba, where the M34 highway between Dushanbe and Khujandom joins the Yagnoba valley, and then runs along the river for the last 10 km of its course. The populated point of Zeravshan-1 Yagnob is connected with the Iskander Darya river, and the Fandarya river is formed. The total length of Yagnoba is 114 km. Its basin has an area of ​​1660 km². The main mass of its water is of glacial origin. In March and April, the river leaves the coast. Average water flow 8 km upstream is 32.2 m³/s. Between the middle of November and the beginning of November, I covered the river once. In the mountain villages in the upper part of the Yagnoba valley, there are Yagnobtsy — a small Iranian-speaking ethnic group that speaks the Yagnob language.