Manzili yiroq
(o'zbek tilida)
Ana momaqoldiroq,
Oqshomning sham’i uchdi...
Bulbul kuylagini rost,
Bemahal na chiroyli.
Ham qo'rquv, ham xotirjam…
Bu qizziq bir hissiyot.
Bo’larmidi ortiqcha
Dunyoda quvonch, sinov?
Osmonlar kup yulduzli,
Ba’zan yaltirar chiroq…
Ochiq ko’ngillar ko’zi
Tushgan manzili yiroq.
Gar osmonlarga zolim,
"Meniki",deb, intilsa...
Boshiga urar yashin,
Oqibat: zolim - telba.
Distant place
Listen the thunder’s voice.
The candle of twilight lost flame.
Nightingale is singing so
Untimely fine in the rain…
A fear, a tranquility…
These feelings are nice and odd.
Is there a possibility
To measure men’ glee and sorrows?
The skies have so many stars,
Sometimes light is like raining…
It’s a distant place where eyes
Of men with big hearts are aiming.
If a tyrant aims the skies
And the skies are his hope,
Then a lightning comes and strikes...
It is why tyrants' end's like a joke.