The white color of your flag, O Flag, is my love and my inspiration,
A noble symbol of the Homeland, the legacy of my ancestors.
The purity of my conscience reflects your shining banner,
And the fate and fortune of the nation guide me at every moment.
Your red and green stripes mirror mountains, valleys, and landscapes,
Their majesty lifts my spirit upward to the heavens.
Your upper stripe holds the blood of the brave defenders of the land,
The sacrifices of my people — of my Tajikistan.
Your green stripe is abundance, grace, a world of love and hope,
A symbol linking the Samanid dynasty to my own Rahmon.
A nation that cherishes honor like Kova with his banner —
Your flag stands as a shield for my people, a sign of divine mercy.
With the blood of my heart I will make even the stones of my homeland bloom,
Every thread in your fabric is a strand of my own soul.
I wish to raise your glory to the heights of the sacred, O Flag,
For you embody the dreams of Rudaki, Aini, and my Bobojon.
Under your shade I step with gratitude and pride,
Your day is my celebration, your era — my own time.
May Shohuobod inscribe in golden letters upon my heart:
This Homeland, this Flag — are a corner of my faith and my soul.
Turaev Qubod — Lecturer
University of Innovation and Digital Technologies of Tajikistan
