Paroles et traduction Alisher Fayz - Maktub

Maktub

Sendan maktub oldim bo'm-bo'sh bir varoq,
Yurak sensiz bo'm-bo'sh deganingmi bu?
Yoki oq niyatga yozuvsiz bir sharh,
Yoki bo'sh ko'nglimga tutdingmi ko'zgu?
Sendan maktub oldim bo'm-bo'sh bir varoq,
Yurak sensiz bo'm-bo'sh deganingmi bu?
Yoki oq niyatga yozuvsiz bir sharh,
Yoki bo'sh ko'nglimga tutdingmi ko'zgu?
Yoki muz o'lkasin eslatib shundoq,
Yodga solmoqchisan qish-qahratonni.
Yoki sovuganman dedingmi mutloq,
Behuda o'tlarga solma deb jonni?
Sendan maktub oldim bo'm-bo'sh bir varoq...
Menga xat yoz degan bo'lsang ehtimol,
Ipak qog'ozingga labimni bosdim.
Ko'chamda shovillab oqarkan shamol,
Sening maktubingga shu she'rni yozdim.
Menga xat yoz degan bo'lsang ehtimol,
Ipak qog'ozingga labimni bosdim.
Ko'chamda shovillab oqarkan shamol,
Sening maktubingga shu she'rni yozdim.
Yoki muz o'lkasin eslatib shundoq,
Yodga solmoqchisan qish-qahratonni.
Yoki sovuganman dedingmi mutloq,
Behuda o'tlarga solma deb jonni?
Sendan maktub oldim bo'm-bo'sh bir varoq...
Yoki muz o'lkasin eslatib shundoq,
Yodga solmoqchisan qish-qahratonni.
Yoki sovuganman dedingmi mutloq,
Behuda o'tlarga solma deb jonni?
Sendan maktub oldim bo'm-bo'sh bir varoq,
Yurak sensiz bo'm-bo'sh deganingmi bu?
Yoki oq niyatga yozuvsiz bir sharh,
Yoki bo'sh ko'nglimga tutdingmi ko'zgu?
Sendan maktub oldim bo'm-bo'sh bir varoq...

Letter

I received a letter from you, but it was blank,
Does that mean my heart is empty without you?
Or is it an unwritten note to my pure intentions,
Or have you held a mirror to my empty heart?
I received a letter from you, but it was blank,
Does that mean my heart is empty without you?
Or is it an unwritten note to my pure intentions,
Or have you held a mirror to my empty heart?
Or is it a chest reminding me of the land of ice,
Do you want to remind me of your winter wrath?
Or did you say I'm cold,
And not to waste my life on useless things?
I received a letter from you, but it was blank...
If you meant for me to write a letter,
I pressed my lips to your silk paper.
The wind is howling in my street,
I wrote this poem on your letter.
If you meant for me to write a letter,
I pressed my lips to your silk paper.
The wind is howling in my street,
I wrote this poem on your letter.
Or is it a chest reminding me of the land of ice,
Do you want to remind me of your winter wrath?
Or did you say I'm cold,
And not to waste my life on useless things?
I received a letter from you, but it was blank...
Or is it a chest reminding me of the land of ice,
Do you want to remind me of your winter wrath?
Or did you say I'm cold,
And not to waste my life on useless things?
I received a letter from you, but it was blank,
Does that mean my heart is empty without you?
Or is it an unwritten note to my pure intentions,
Or have you held a mirror to my empty heart?
I received a letter from you, but it was blank...