They say to love her, but how can I love?
I am the slave of my slave, after all.
As far as I stand the revine above,
Your tender voice is like the tallest elm.
I am ensnared by you, foxy girl,
As a lion you lie in wait for prey.
And being dead drunk I was in a swirl,
The question I asked: “Whose wife are you, hey?”
(перевод с узбекского языка стихотворение Ураза Хайдара "Улар севишларини айтишди..."