Jayra (Live) - Shohjahon Jo'rayev Übersetzung ins Englische

Jayra (Live)

Dildoralar dilim poralar,
Ishq dardiga bormi choralar.
Bevafo ul yuzi qoralar,
Jayra-jayra ko'ksimda yayra.
Bordir tig'ing, bordir tikoning,
Ayon erur yaxshi, yomoning,
Bag'rim bo'lsa edi makoning,
Jayra, jayra ko'ksimda yayra.
Suyanganimg'ayir tosh bo'lsa
, Suyukligim unsiz yosh to'ksa,
Yor deb mangu ko'zda yosh bo'lsa,
Jayra, jayra ko'ksimda yayra.
Silliqqina ilondan ko'ra,
Kel bag'rimga nayzali jayra.
Ochiq oydin jonimni so'ra,
Jayra, jayra ko'ksimda yayra.
Sen bir dunyo, men o'zga olam,
Lek jimgina tinglarsan nolam,
Nishlaringdan qochsin qo'rqib g'am,
Jayra, jayra, ko'ksimda yayra.
Yor jonimda balqqan hiloldir,
Oniy yolg'on asriy zavoldir,
Sening nayzang maysa misoldir,
Jayra, jayra ko'ksimda yayra

Jayra (Live)

Oh my beloved, you steal my heart,
Love's pain, it tears me apart.
Faithless one, your face so dark,
My heart is torn, a painful mark.
Your lashes, a needle's sting,
Reveal your heart, its true ring,
If my bosom were your resting place,
My heart would be torn, with love's embrace.
Oh love, if you turned to stone,
Your absence would make me moan,
My eyes would weep, forever yours,
My heart would be torn, with love's endures.
More cunning than a serpent's guise,
Enter my heart, with love's surprise.
Open wide, my soul's desire,
My heart would be torn, with love's fire.
You're a world apart, I'm all alone,
Yet silently you hear my moan,
May your smile dispel my fear,
My heart would be torn, with love's tear.
My love, you're the moon that shines,
Betrayal, a tale of old designs,
Your love's a shaft, so sharp and fine,
My heart would be torn, with love's design