Lyrics and translation Sherali Jo'rayev - O'zbegim

O'zbegim

Tarixingdir ming asrlar
Ichra pinhon, O'zbegim.

Tarixingdir ming asrlar
Ichra pinhon, O'zbegim.

Senga tengdosh Pomiru
Oqsoch Tiyonshon, O'zbegim.

So'ylasin Afrosiyob
So'ylasin O'rxun xati,

Ko'hna tarix shodasida
Bitta marjon, O'zbegim.

Al-Beruniy, Al-Xorazmiy,
Al-Farob avlodidan,

Asli nasli balki O'zluq,
Balki Tarxon, O'zbegim.

Qaysari Rum nayzasidan
Bag'rida dog' uzra dog',

Chingizu Botu tig'iga
Ko'ksi qalqon, O'zbegim.

Chingizu Botu tig'iga
Ko'ksi qalqon, O'zbegim.

Tuzdiyu Mirzo Ulug'bek
Ko'ragoniy jadvalin,

Sirli osmon toqiga ilk
Qo'ydi narvon, O'zbegim.

Mir Alisher na'rasiga
Aks-sado berdi jahon,

She'riyat mulkida bo'ldi
Shohu sulton, O'zbegim.

Mirzo Bobur – sen, fig'oning
Olam uzra soldi o't,

Shoh Mashrab qoni senda
Urdi tug'yon, O'zbegim.

Shoh Mashrab qoni senda
Urdi tug'yon, O'zbegim.

Ortda qoldi ko'hna tarix,
Ortda qoldi dard, sitam.

Ortda qoldi ko'hna tarix,
Ortda qoldi dard, sitam.

Ketdi vahming, bitdi zahming,
Topdi darmon, O'zbegim.

Ketdi vahming, bitdi zahming,
Topdi darmon, O'zbegim.

Qayga borsam, boshda do'ppim,
G'oz yurarman gerdayib,

Qayga borsang, boshda do'pping,
G'oz yurarsan gerdayib,

Olam uzra nomi ketgan
O'zbekiston, O'zbegim.

Olam uzra nomi ketgan
O'zbekiston, O'zbegim.

Menga Pushkin bir jahonu
Menga Bayron bir jahon,

Lek Navoiydek bobom bor,
Ko'ksi osmon, O'zbegim.

Lek Navoiydek bobom bor,
Ko'ksi osmon, O'zbegim.

Bo'ldi osmoning charog'on
To'le xurshidi bilan,

Bo'ldi asriy tiyra shoming
Shu'la afshon, O'zbegim.

Madh etarman, ona yurtim,
Ko'kragimni tog' qilib,

Ko'ksida tog'lar ko'targan
Tanti dehqon, O'zbegim.

Ko'ksida tog'lar ko'targan
Usta dehqon, O'zbegim.

O'zbegim, deb keng jahonga
Ne uchun madh etmayin!

O'zligim bilmoqqa davrim
Berdi imkon, O'zbegim.

Men buyuk yurt o'g'lidurman,
Men bashar farzandiman,

Lekin avval senga bo'lsam
Sodiq o'g'lon, O'zbegim.

Bu qasidam senga, xalqim,
Oq sutu tuz hurmati,

Erkin o'g'lingman, qabul et,
O'zbegim, jon O'zbegim.

Bu qasidam senga, xalqim,
Oq sutu tuz hurmati,

Erkin o'g'lingman, qabul et,
O'zbegim, jon O'zbegim.

Erkin o'g'lingman, qabul et,
O'zbegim, jon O'zbegim.

My Uzbek

Your history is thousands of centuries
Hidden within, my Uzbek.

Your history is thousands of centuries
Hidden within, my Uzbek.

Your equal are the Pamir
And the white-capped Tianshan, my Uzbek.

Tell me of Afrosiab
Tell me of the Orkhon script.

In the grand scheme of ancient history
You are a solitary pearl, my Uzbek.

Al-Beruni, Al-Khwarizmi,
From the lineage of Al-Farabi,

Your true origin is perhaps Oghuz,
Perhaps Tarxon, my Uzbek.

From the lances of the Byzantine Caesar
Your chest bears many wounds,

To the sword of Genghis Khan's Botu
Your heart was a shield, my Uzbek.

To the sword of Genghis Khan's Botu
Your heart was a shield, my Uzbek.

Mirzo Ulugbek constructed
The Zij-i Sultani tables,

He was the first to place a ladder
To the celestial sphere, my Uzbek.

To the call of Mir Alisher
The world echoed in response,

In the realm of poetry he became
A great king, my Uzbek.

Mirza Babur – it was your fig tree
That bore fruit throughout the world,

The blood of Shah Mashrab runs in your veins
And stirs rebellion, my Uzbek.

The blood of Shah Mashrab runs in your veins
And stirs rebellion, my Uzbek.

Ancient history now lies behind us,
Pain and oppression are in the past.

Ancient history now lies behind us,
Pain and oppression are in the past.

Your terror is gone, your suffering ended,
You have found strength, my Uzbek.

Your terror is gone, your suffering ended,
You have found strength, my Uzbek.

Wherever I go, my fur hat on my head,
I wander like a swan,

Wherever you go, your fur hat on your head,
You wander like a swan,

Your name is known throughout the world,
Uzbekistan, my Uzbek.

Your name is known throughout the world,
Uzbekistan, my Uzbek.

Pushkin gave me one world,
Byron gave me another,

But I have a grandfather like Navoi,
His heart is the sky, my Uzbek.

But I have a grandfather like Navoi,
His heart is the sky, my Uzbek.

The sky became illuminated
With the sun of your freedom,

The darkness of centuries became radiant
With your shining flame, my Uzbek.

I will sing your praises, my homeland,
With my chest as a mountain,

The mighty farmer who carries mountains
On his chest, my Uzbek.

The mighty farmer who carries mountains
On his chest, my Uzbek.

Why should I not sing your praises to the wide world,
My Uzbek?

My era has given me the opportunity
To know myself, my Uzbek.

I am the son of a great nation,
I am a child of humanity,

But first and foremost I am
Your loyal son, my Uzbek.

This ode of mine is for you, my people,
In gratitude for your milk and salt,

I am your free son, accept it,
My Uzbek, my precious Uzbek.

This ode of mine is for you, my people,
In gratitude for your milk and salt,

I am your free son, accept it,
My Uzbek, my precious Uzbek.

I am your free son, accept it,
My Uzbek, my precious Uzbek.