Ko‘rgali husnungni zoru mubtalo bo‘ldim sanga,
Ne balolig‘ kun edikim, oshno bo‘ldim sanga?!
Har necha dedimki, kun-kundin uzay sendin ko‘ngil,
Vahki, kun-kundin battarroq mubtalo bo‘ldim sanga.
Men qachon dedim vafo qilg‘il manga, zulm aylading,
Sen qachon deding, fido bo‘lg‘il mango, bo‘ldim sanga!
Qay paripaykarg‘a, dersen, telba bo‘lding bu sifat,
Ey paripaykar, ne qilsang qil mango, bo‘ldim sanga!
Ey ko‘ngul, tarki nasihat ayladim — ovvora bo‘l,
Yuz balo yetmaski, men ham bir balo bo‘ldim sanga!
Jomi Jam birla Xizr suyi nasibimdir mudom,
Soqiyo, to tarki joh aylab, gado bo‘ldim sanga.
G‘ussa changidin navoye topmadim ushshoq aro,
To Navoiydek asiru benavo bo‘ldim sanga.
I Became Devoted To You
Manzura Ravshanbekovna Abdirimova
To behold your beauty, I became lovesick, enslaved by you.
What a fateful day it was when I became so close to you!
I told myself with time, my heart would grow distant from you,
But with each day, I grew more entangled in you.
When I asked you to be faithful, you showed me cruelty.
When you asked for my devotion, I gave myself to you!
One might ask "To what beauty has this madman lost his mind?"
Oh beauty, do as you will—still, I belong to you!
Oh heart, I’ve turned away from wise advice—go and wander!
As if a hundred troubles were not enough, I became a trouble to you.
Jamshid’s cup and Khizr’s fountain were always my companions.
Oh cupbearer, I cast off the world and became a beggar for you.
In the dust of sorrow, no joy did lovers find.
I, like Navoi, became a captive – a poor prisoner to you.
