A poem about love of the homeland which was written by the prominent Chechen poet Magomed Mamakayev.<\/p>\n
\n \u2026<\/span><\/p>\n .<\/span><\/p>\n Bloody Mountains<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n I love one above all on earth, Magomed Mamakayev – 1928<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" A poem about love of the homeland which was written by the prominent Chechen poet Magomed Mamakayev.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2902,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[338],"class_list":["post-2901","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poems","tag-magomed-mamakayev"],"views":2427,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2901","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2901"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2901\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2904,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2901\/revisions\/2904"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2902"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2901"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2901"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.waynakh.com\/eng\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2901"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span><\/p>\n
\nAll my life belong to just one,
\nFrom the first years, clanging at daybreak,
\nTo old age, full of gray hair.
\nShe was and will always be right,
\nIn her darling in this world she shall not find
\nThat I am guilty – let her condemn,
\nI love this one all the same.
\nThere is no one more perfect and bright,
\nWithout her I know not day from night.
\nShe blossoms all the more brightly, never growing old,
\nOh, it’s the one and only my native land!<\/p>\n